"I am the Master of Death, Draco. Death itself." Harry began, refusing to look at Draco again, instead focusing on a tile somewhere past Draco’s head. "If you die I can no longer come to you. You will move on past The Veil. If you continue to live, I can visit you in moments like these but.... I’d rather you not have to have moments like these. It breaks my heart to see you like this."