His smouldering rage stirred a little once more in his gut. He was angry, yes. Angry at Harry. But most of all, angry at the person who had convinced Harry long ago that the most he had to offer to the world was to die for it. The person who had convinced Harry of that fact so thoroughly, that he hadn’t even attempted to ask for help to save his own life.  Dumbledore. The man who had kept Harry an orphan so that there was no one who loved him enough to fight for him. And maybe Harry was right - maybe Draco wasn’t prepared to help him throw his life away for the greater good, but there was very little he wasn’t prepared to do try and save him.