"We’re going to speak to Dumbledore about Fawkes, yeah? And... and you’ve got all those blood replenishing potions too, right? And you healed me before, didn’t you? Remember?" Draco sniffed loudly, and nodded reluctantly, "There’s hope Draco. There’s  so much hope," Draco shuddered, and pressed closer. They fell into a painful silence, holding one another but saying nothing. Whereas before Harry could hear a thousand words in the brush of Draco’s hand, now it felt like someone had deafened him.