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I curl my head into my arms, fighting back tears of frustration. I don't know what to do, I'm not sure what I should be pursuing. Hallows or Horcruxes, Horcruxes or Hallows, a horrifying lullaby that I can't escape, that I have to figure out soon or else it will be too late for either.
I think of the power I could have, to power I need to beat Voldemort. Without it, I'm hopeless. But Horcruxes were the plan set out by Dumbledore, to break him down until he's killable. But even without his Horcruxes, Voldemort is still a more powerful wizard than I'll ever be, and Dumbledore did leave me hints about the Hallows. I know he wanted me to find them, to understand them, or else why would he have mentioned them at all?
I want to turn to someone for help, but I know I can't. Ron would tell me to find the wand, because that's who he is, and Hermione would tell me to continue with the plan to destroy the Horcruxes, because that's who she is. Bill is great, but I know he wouldn't let me out of his sight if he knew my plans, so I can't bring them up.
And no matter how much I want to tell Draco, I can't, because no matter how much Dumbledore lied to me about his life, I still can't break his trust and tell anyone besides Ron and Hermione. Even if I'm in love with that anyone.
So I curl up on the kitchen table, ignoring anyone who enters and exits, anyone who tries to talk to me. I know they just want to help, but they can't, no one can. So I continue to ask myself the same question, over and over, Hallows or Horcruxes, knowing the time is short and I'm almost out.
"Harry, maybe you should come to bed." I hear soft footsteps approaching, and feels a gentle hand on my shoulder. I shouldn't pull away, because Draco's just trying to help, but I'm tired and stressed and all too upset, so I do. But he doesn't give up. "Harry, I know you can't tell me what this is about, but you don't have to do this by yourself. You can still talk about it."
And I feel him wrap his arm around me, and slide me over so that we're side by side, with my head resting on his shoulder. And although things are still horrible, and confusing, and I still don't know what to do, I can breath again, because no matter what happens, Draco will be by my side.
"Okay," I begin hesitantly, not wanting to give anything secret away. "Basically, I'm stuck. There are two paths that I can take, but I'm not sure which is the right one. And both depend on time, so every second I waste deciding is helping Voldemort." Draco doesn't show surprise, even though he must be, and instead he maintains his calm expression and thinks.
"Well I don't know what the paths are, and I know you can't tell me, but I guess I'd say... do what feels right. Because the only way to fight evil is with good. And I know that you'll do what's right, that you'll defeat him honestly and the way that you should. Because that's who you are, Harry, and I love you."
Draco kisses me gently, a short kiss, before standing to leave. My body protests as the warmth of him is pulled away, but I realize that I know what to do now. I know which path to choose.
"Draco, go get Ron and Hermione. We have to talk to Griphook immediately." And Draco smiles, not because he understands, but because he has faith that what I'm doing is right. And because of him, I know it is.
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