"Harry Potter. His name was Harry Potter and he saved my life and I refuse to forget him." Draco felt his body, mind, and soul fracture and he dropped his head into his hands, letting the sobs overtake him once more. Maybe he really had fallen and this was his purgatory. Or rather he was still alone atop the Astronomy Tower, his soul forever haunted by the ghost of Harry Potter. Though he supposed the likeliest scenario was that his sanity had finally abandoned him and the copious amounts of liquor in him had conjured the one thing his mind had wanted to see most. 