When Draco’s sobs had finally calmed, Harry leant away to peer into his eyes, "Hey," he whispered gently, "hey, listen to me," Draco didn’t nod, but he didn’t look away either, "listen: you don’t need to worry about giving up hope, because I haven’t, hmm? D’you hear? I haven’t given up hope, because I have you with me - because I’m not alone. I once marched myself into a literal den of Death Eaters, my wand not even in my hand, all with the goal of letting Voldemort kill me, and I still walked away. I’ve faced these odds before. And this time I’ve got you.  