Harry stared at Tom. Now that Beatrice was on the mend he had time to really appreciate what Tom had done. He’d saved Beatrice, without comment or hesitation or negotiation. He’d even called on Malfoy’s help to do it. Malfoy! He hated Malfoy! And more than that, Tom had been there for Harry. Other than the hours it’d taken him to arrange treatment in France, Tom hadn’t left Harry’s side, except to fetch meals now and then. It was – it was – well, it was everything, wasn’t it?