Harry was getting more and more strung out as the weeks passed, the time between seeing his bond last began to stretch out into oblivion. The golden snitch Dumbledore had given him joined Shadow and Angel in the tent. Zooming around the upper poles as their nightly entertainment. One night Harry drank down a bottle of cider in one and sniffed loudly into his hand, staring at Draco. "I never wanted her to die for me. I don’t want anyone to die for me and I’m sorry Draco, I really am." He said, referring to Narcissa.