Draco’s voice filled Harry with an uneasy feeling of déjà-vu; it was the only voice besides his own Harry had heard in the months of his captivity, and as he opened his eyes, tilting his head slightly to the side towards the sound, he realized that he didn’t think he’d ever hear it again.<br/>A frown remained between his brows, still trying to catch up with reality. “Hi,” he eventually answered, leaning a bit forward and resting his palms on the stone beside him. Part of Harry recons he should be angry or in the middle of demanding an explanation that justified Draco’s actions since they last parted, but in the end, he didn’t really care.  Harry was exhausted, and he briefly closed his eyes as he tried to phrase a question. “You okay? Are you ... you? – again.”