"No..." Draco breathed out.

Harry bursted into tears. "James!"

Draco had Scorpius and Albus play at the play area again while he comforted Harry. He took his friend in his arms and held him tightly.

"He was only 13 years old," he whispered. "What did he have to die?"

"I don't know, Harry," Draco said quietly. "I don't know."

"It's all because of the stupid person who was texting her." Harry grumbled.

"What do you mean?"

"If they hadn't texted Ginny, she wouldn't have gotten into the accident!"

"Harry," Draco sighed. "Don't blame everyone else. This was Ginny's fault too, she was the one who was texting and driving."

"Oh so blame my wife for everything, huh?" Harry hissed.

"Harry." Draco said sternly. "I know that your emotions are all over the place, but that doesn't give to the right to treat me so terribly. I'm sorry about the accident and James, I don't know how hard it must be going through this, but I still sorry. Now, sit back and relax for a few minutes."

Harry sighed. "You're right." He sat down next to Draco. "I'm sorry, Draco. I just lost my child. I'm going to be in pain and angry, and if I lash out on you, I'm sorry."

Draco nodded and put an arm around him. Harry laid his was in his shoulder. "You're better at comforting and calming people down than Ginny is," he murmured.

"How so?" Draco asked softly.

"All she would say to me is 'suck it up'," Harry chuckled. Draco frowned.

"You should never just say 'suck it up' to someone who is hurting," he said softly.

He turned away. "Never."