There were many things that Narcissa Malfoy wanted for her son, but there was only one that she dared to ask for.

Worst of all are his eyes, angled down, but still filled with a bitter, helpless exhaustion. His posture is subdued, alarmingly still, and he's alone in the hallway, despite the pack all being there. It fills her with this burning rage on his behalf, because honestly? He looks too tired to even carry on, let alone care how easily he is dismissed. Lydia Martin has had enough.

Harry had never believed in fairy tales, he had just forgotten that for a while. One sided H/Hr and 'Hurt' without 'Comfort'