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Harry knew Draco was dead. He had seen his body for merlin's sake, how could he be here, on the express?
But it didn't change what he saw right in front of him, a slickback blond boy standing in front of him with torn clothes and thick burn scars across his face.
"Malfoy?" He paused, watching the blonds eyes drift away, "..You're supposed to be.. dead."
Draco's blank expression turned away then back to him, as if he was struggling to come up with a response.
"I am," Draco hesitated, bringing a hand up to brush through his messy hair, "well I was."
"what do you mean you were?- how are you even here right now?"
He saw Draco try to hold back a scowl.
"How would I know? First thing I know is I'm burning alive, and the next I'm waking up on the Hogwarts express,” Draco's brow creased as he squinted at him, looking more like himself now that he was annoyed.
Well that's not what he was expecting.
Harry stared blankly at that, thoughts rushing trying to figure out what was going on.
When he made sudden eye contact with Draco his thoughts were overwhelming and his head started to hurt, was it getting colder or hotter in here? Why was he sweating, why was Draco alive, why can't he feel his—He can't feel his legs?
Harry woke with a throbbing in his head, rubbing his eyes, and his vision still blurry as he looked up at the other person still sat in the closed off compartment.
He noticed as Draco silently watched him stand up, a hint of concern on his otherwise annoyed expression.
"What," He stopped to cough, clearing his throat abruptly, "-What the hell was that?"
Harry brushed off his clothes as he pushed up his glasses, trying to mask his awkwardness.
"How am I supposed to know?" Draco scoffed, waving his hand around passively as he stood with his arms crossed. "You just passed out, it literally could be anything."
"Of course you'd say that," He scowled at the other.
Draco noticed the scowl and snickered, holding his hands out in mock surrender. "Easy there."
Harry scoffed at his stupid reply, "Oh shut up, back to the point," pausing to make sure the other was listening, continuing when he saw Draco raise an eyebrow, "how are you even alive right now? What did you see, coming back?"
Draco stilled at that question, crossing his arms again. "I'd rather not disclose that information, but all I know is that it's probably something similar to how you survived the killing curse," noticing Harry's concerned expression he added, "not that I know anything about that.."
Harry snorted at his awkward mutter. "It's fine, I'm used to people knowing more about me than they should."
Draco sneered. "yuck, don't be so civil with me, it's weird."
Rude, but acting surprisingly normally for someone who should be dead. Similar to himself, now that he thinks about it.
"Whatever, so do you like.. need anything?" He shrugged, trying to guide the conversation to a more productive topic.
"Ever-so-helpful Potter to the rescue," Draco scoffed, brushing his hair back again, "though I'd definitely like to say No, I do quite need someone to accompany me or something so I don't get mauled."
"So we have a truce?" Harry held his hand out for a handshake.
Draco glanced down at the hand and wiped his own off on his shirt before grasping it. "I'd rather it be a favour, if that's quite alright," Were his eyes always that dull, or was it the effects of his 'revival'?