"We’ll have an owl relay or something," Draco assured him, stepping back to peer into his face, "It’ll be okay - last time ever, remember. We’re going to do this," he muttered lowly, eyes glancing around in case of onlookers, "And you’ll never have to go back again," Harry nodded, not truly believing it if he was honest, "Goodbye Harry," reluctantly, Draco picked up an end of his trunk, and began to trudge over to the witch waiting for him.