I spent the whole night by his side. Every hour Madam Pomfrey checks on him and finds me on the side of his bed, wide away and watching over him. By morning my whole body hurts, but I don’t complain about it, I simply stretch and return to the seat beside him. Father brings me a plate of breakfast, but I ignore it. I am too focussed on Draco, they gave him potions to stay asleep and give his body time to heal on its own. The bond feels dark and unresponsive, I hate this feeling as if he is not here.