While it shouldn’t have surprised Harry that Draco hadn’t spoken about the war with his mother, he suddenly felt like it wasn’t his place to tell that story. It was just as much his as Narcissa’s, though; Harry had shared it when giving his testimony, advocating that Narcissa should be kept out of Azkaban. This was different, though; Draco hadn’t been present at court when Narcissa had been on trial.<br/>“Before she lied to him,” he eventually started, his voice low but steady despite speaking on what was arguably the most detrimental moment of a decade long war. “She asked me if you were still alive.”<br/>Though Harry had spent sleepless nights reliving the war, he hadn’t actually spent any time considering how it would have turned out if he hadn’t been able to answer that, or if Draco had already passed. Now, Harry considered if he would have died at Narcissa’s wand instead, and if so, if the last conscious thought he would have held was of Draco, unwillingly.<br/>Harry didn’t linger at that, instead turning far enough to press a kiss atop of Draco’s hair. “Your mum loves you loads, Draco.”