“Potter, what are you doing back here? Didn’t I tell you to back off,” Draco snarled through gritted teeth.
The boy in tattered clothes and battered shoes walked closer.”Do you really think I would give up that easily,” Harry said with a weak smile.
Draco couldn’t believe his eyes, his desperate, deceiving eyes. He’s here. The boy he’s yearned for. The boy he wanted so badly to remain alive. “You’ve always been a stubborn Gryffindor.”