Third person pov:
The clock struck twelve, the rings could be heard all across the empty halls of Hogwarts. It was the first night of the school year and classes were scheduled to start in two days. Students were in their dorms asleep. Or at least they were supposed to be. Many students lay awake staring at the ceiling unable to sleep, they tried but they were plagued by nightmares of the battle of Hogwarts. The dorm with the most students awake was the year eights. Not many had decided to come back for year eight so they had their own set of dorms in an added section of Hogwarts with all of the houses combined. As they were basically adults McGonagall had decided that each of them could have their own private rooms. There was a common room that had two hallways on either end. One of these hallways lead the the girls room and the other led to the boys. One of the many awake was Harry.

Harry pov:
As well as the horrible nightmares he had of the war he was also too busy deciding what to do to sleep. He had been stuck all night trying to make an important decision. McGonagall had hired a phycologist for Hogwarts to support all those affected by the war and Hermione had been pressuring him to make an appointment with them so they could help him. Harry had bad PTSD, anxiety and depression. The obvious decision was to go, he knew it would likely help him, he was scared though. He hated opening up to people, when he was little any time he expressed emotion he was punished. He was taught not to express how he felt because it made him weak and annoying. He knew it was ridiculous to still believe that but he could not get rid of the fear of being punished for opening up and expressing his emotions. So he was stuck, not knowing what to do.

Maybe going for a walk will clear my head he thought as he slowly got out of his bed. He snuck out of his dorm and walked down the hall with his invisibility cloak. Harry walked out of the common room and down the halls. He ran his hands along the scars on the walls left from the battle, each scar bringing back a new memory. The memories soon got too much and he removed his hand from the wall, instead focusing on where he was going. The hallways soon began to feel stuffy and he decided to head outside. He walked to the quidditch pitch, he grabbed a random broom from the shed and hopped on. He threw his snitch up in the air and began to give chase.

Draco pov:
Draco had been unable to sleep so when he heard quiet footsteps outside his door he decided instead of lying in bed waiting for sleep that would never come he would instead follow the footsteps. As he slowly exited his room and looked around he saw the portrait hiding the entrance to the common room softly swing closed. He tiptoed into the common room and snuck out of the portrait, once again looking around. The hallway that their common room opened into was long, there was no way the person he was following had turned a corner already but there was no one there. As Draco focused more he saw a very familiar shimmer in the air. Potter he thought. He followed behind for a while, at one point a hand stuck out from behind the cloak startling Draco, the hand ran across the wall and the cracks that went through it.

After following the soft footsteps and gentle shimmer of the person in front of him until he saw a door open that lead outside, Draco realised that he could very easily be caught by Potter so he put on a glamour to make him less recognisable. He quickly followed him outside and saw dents form in the grass where the Boy who Lived Twice was walking. they made their way to the quidditch pitch and Potter got out a broom and threw a snitch into the air. Draco sat down on the grass and watched as the other boy flew back and forth catching the snitch with ease every time he threw it. Just as Draco was about to go back to his dorm when the Golden Boy finally noticed him.

Harry pov:
"Who are you and what are you doing here?" Harry said, his voice shook a bit and he sounded startled, much to his dismay. It worried him that he hadn't noticed this person earlier, what if that was a death eater? He could be dead right now because of his lack of observantness. As he was freaking out he flew down and hovered above the ground a little way away from the mystery figure.

"You don't need to know my name, I'm here because I couldn't sleep, same as you I presume?" They replied nonchalantly. This worried Harry further, why wouldn't they say their name? Are they here to kill him? How did they know he couldn't sleep? They must have been stalking him. He needed to get away. He felt himself begin to hyperventilate. He knew he should get to the ground, he could feel a panic attack start to set in and he was still hovering a few metres in the air but he also knew that the mysterious person was still down there, waiting to kill him. So he stayed in the air, he felt himself begin to rise up on the broom against his will, he felt as though he had lost control of everything. He tried to do the breathing exercises he had learnt, as he did he felt a new wave of fear as he saw the figure get onto a broom. He couldn't breath, he was going to die, he was going to fall and be killed by the killer waiting for him, this was the end. Harry began to feel faint as black started to creep into the corners of his eyes, his vision starting to get blurry, soon the black completely engulfed his eyes, his last memory being that he was falling.

Draco pov:
Draco saw Potter start to fly up after what he said. He looked a bit panicked and Draco was confused as to why he just started flying, not only away but higher, a lot higher. He started to worry at how high the boy was getting, it must be getting hard to breath up there, if Draco didn't know any better he would think that Potter had lost control of his broom. He decided to get on his own broom and make sure everything was alright. He cast accio to get it from the shed then hopped onto it, starting to fly up. Just as he was around halfway up to the boy he had been following he saw the figure above him start to fall off the broom. Draco flew down closer to the ground and positioned himself to catch the falling boy. Potter hurtled through the air and a startling speed as he quickly neared Draco.

"Oof" Draco let out as he caught the dead weight, being knocked off his broom and onto the ground with the body on top of him. He heard a cracking sound nearby and turned to see the remnants of Potter's broom shattering against the ground. He turned his focused to the person he had just caught from the air. He felt quite cold, startling Draco. He quickly checked the pulse and breathing, the pulse was normal, if a little fast. The breathing was worrying though, it was shallow and slow, most certainly not getting enough oxygen into his system. Draco decided that the best thing to do was to get him to Madame Pomfrey as soon as possible as well as trying to warm his body up a bit on the way.

Draco started off back to Hogwarts holding a surprisingly light Potter tightly against his chest, for warmth purposes of course. He was a bit worried about his arch nemesis's weight, he was definitely a lot lighter than he looked. He was also worried about being seen carrying his enemy into the school in his arms, what would people think? Then he remembered the glamour he had on and the worry eased a bit.

He approached the medbay, removing the glamour silently as to not startle Madame Pomfrey. He knocked on the door not expecting anyone to answer as it was the early hours of the morning but to his surprise the door was answered by Headmaster McGonagall as well as Madame Pomfrey.

"Draco come in! Is that Harry? What happened?"

This chapter is dedicated to Isoubela I hope you enjoyed the psychologist as well as the (sort of) hug I threw in there for you <3
I hope you all enjoyed this chapter as I did writing it!
Love y'all