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“I need to talk to you,” he yelled chasing after it.

It stopped, looking at Harry with bewilderment.

Harry ran until he caught up with the wolf.

“I can’t believe it,” he coughed, out of breath, before falling to his knees.

Run, you idiot, Draco told himself, but Harry’s voice held him fastened to where he stood.

“I can’t believe it,” Harry coughed, falling to his knees. “I can’t believe it.”

Draco stood still, unsure of what Harry was referring to.

“You’re a fucking animagus,” Harry laughed, still out of breath. “I knew you were bloody fucking brilliant, but this is really impressive. The only thing more impressive is that you’re—” Harry seemed to stop himself.

He studied Draco momentarily, his eyes locking with his own, making Draco feel a bit naked.

“You’re really him, aren’t you?”

Draco didn’t respond. He didn’t know who Harry thought he was, but he wasn’t about blow his cover.

Harry swallowed.

“Draco,” he finally said, his voice cracking. “Draco, you’re alive.”

Draco’s vision began fading at the edges, sinking into complete darkness. The last thing he remembered was the grass rapidly approaching his face.

He was beautiful. God, he was beautiful.

Harry felt like a creep, sitting at the edge of his bed and staring at him like this, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the other boy’s face. He tried to write it off by making the excuse that he never thought he would see this face, in the flesh, again and that was why he couldn’t look away, but that excuse only lasted about three minutes. No, he couldn’t look away because he was looking at the singular most beautiful person he had ever seen and that person had somehow managed to go and become even more beautiful.

And he was alive. Harry knew he should be angry that he was lied to, that he was made to feel like the world was crumbling beneath him for no reason at all, but he couldn’t quite manage it. He was just so relieved. Each rise and fall of Draco’s chest made the pain that had taken residence in his own dissipate a little.

He reached out and brushed Draco’s hair away from his face, not letting his hand linger on the other boy’s face like it so desperately wanted to.

Draco began to stir.