Everything was on fire. It was everywhere, looking like various creatures climbing the walls and devouring towers of lost objects. Looking around, Harry spots two figures on top of one such tower, trying and failing to find a way out. “Wait! We have to get them! We can’t leave them!” At Harry’s shouts, Hermione and Ron look back and see the same two figures. “If we die for them, I am going to kill you Harry!” Ron shouts in return but they all circle back around. Ron reaches a hand out and grabs Goyle on the first try. Harry reaches his hand out to Malfoy, and time slows down as their hands connect. At the last second, right when Harry was about to pull Malfoy up onto his broom, his hand slips, and Malfoy falls.
Harry wakes up with a shout, feeling arms around him, hearing soft whispers in his ear, “It’s okay love, I’m okay. I’m right here. I’m alive, and you’re alive, and we are safe.” As Harry recognizes Draco’s voice in his ear, he remembers. He remembers successfully saving his husband from the fiendfyre all those years ago. He remembers the years following, meeting again after the war, becoming friends, becoming so much more than friends. Slowly healing together. Harry remembers their wedding. The flower arch and the night sky under which they said their vows. Fondly, he remembers moving into a new house, adding their own decorations, wanting to get away from Malfoy Manor and Grimmauld Place all in one go. He remembers adopting their first child, and then their second. And, perhaps most importantly, he remembers just how much he loves his husband, and how much he is loved in return. Harry smiles at the man in question, and snuggles deeper into his arms, which is how they both fall asleep a short time later, looking forward to the many more years they’ll get to make so many more memories together.