Harry完全退出了魔法世界，以Harry Evans的身份生活在Muggle的世界里。直到有一天，他目睹了一场车祸，而被撞住院下肢瘫痪的是他的旧敌：Draco Malfoy。
作为富有同情心的Griffindor，以及出于他自己也不知道的心理（不和Malfoy一起时就做噩梦，出现幻觉，哈哈），他坚持探望Malfoy，而每次都被吼出来。最后Malfoy病危，不得不向Harry寻求帮助要求Healer的治疗。Harry各种心理斗争后回到魔法世界，找了多年未见的Healer Hermione帮忙。Hermione 治好了Malfoy的发烧等症状，却没法治疗瘫痪。于是Malfoy只好坐上轮椅。无家可归的他被Harry坚持带回家，本说好只住一晚却一待就是三周。
作者的summary： Four years after getting out of Hogwarts, Harry lives alone in the Muggle world. He has turned his back on the magical world – until one day, when Draco Malfoy gets into a car crash before Harry’s eyes and ends up paralysed in a wheelchair.
It was a beautiful day.
Autumn had come and with it the trees exploded in colourful fireworks, creating a calm, cool and beautiful view. A lonely bird sang, sounding wistful now that summer was over.
Harry Potter walked through the park slowly, feeling anything but sad.
On his arm, a pale hand rested.
Draco Malfoy’s steps were agonizingly slow, each movement requiring power, thought and determination. There was a crease between his brows and he bit his lip unconsciously as he moved his right foot in front of his left, his weight on both Harry and the cane in his free hand. A pearl of sweat made its way down his cheek, despite the weather being rather cool.
“Do you need to take a break?”
Draco looked at Harry, who was watching with fascinated worry. “No,” he said, “I want to keep walking.”
It had taken months of hard training and a great deal of luck, but Harry’s promise to Draco that he would walk again had come true. Many tears had fallen down his pale cheeks; tears of frustration and anger when things didn’t go as Draco wanted them to, but also of happiness and excitement when he made progress.
His goal was to be completely free of his wheelchair. They still had a long way to go for that; for now, it took all of Draco’s energy to walk a distance that a healthy person strode past in a couple of seconds.
A few minutes – two or three steps – later, all of Draco’s energy reserves had been exhausted and he agreed to sit down on one of the benches.
Harry pulled Draco closely to him and Draco happily complied, nuzzling into Harry’s shoulder. The park was almost empty for once; it was an early Wednesday afternoon and most people were working or in school.
“We are quite lucky,” said Draco, his voice quiet and content. "No jobs that we have to go to and no classes.”He looked up at Harry, smirking slightly. “Isn’t your life much better now than it was a year ago? Your new book is out, winning award upon award and being blessed by every non-homophobic critic in Britain, soon to be the world. You have no school with dumb tests and boring classes. Your friends have finally realised how well they fit together and are as we speak planning their wedding. We have opened the café so that we can eat cookies and cake and get fat at any time. You have faced your past and earned back several friends—”
“And most important of all,” Harry said, interrupting Draco. “I have you.”
Draco flushed. Even after six months together with Harry – six sweet, incredible, wonderful months – he still seemed to have problems understanding just how much Harry loved him. Harry intended to spend every day of the rest of his life showing Draco. That was why he now had a small box in his pocket.
He disentangled himself from Draco, who looked up at him, confusion written all over his face.（这里让我觉得Draco太像Hufflepuff，你真的猜不出来吗Draco？）
“What is it?”
Harry didn’t answer; instead, he stood in front of Draco and dropped down on one knee. Draco’s eyes widened, grey eyes showing shock – and hope?
“You are the best thing that ever happened to me,” Harry said softly. “The most important thing of all. I quote Albert Camus when I say, ‘In the depths of winter, I finally learned that within me lay an invincible summer’. That is you; that is what you represent to me – amazing strength, invincible will, and incredible love. I love you more than I could ever say in words. That is why you would make me the happiest man on the planet if you would be my husband.”
Draco stared at him for a few seconds, looking as though he tried to grasp the concept that someone – Harry! – had just asked for his hand in marriage. Then, after several long seconds with Harry’s heart hammering wildly in his chest, he broke out in a wide, rare grin, his smile lightening up the entire park. “Of course,” he breathed. “Yes, yes, I will be your husband. Of course. Yes!”
Then he pulled Harry towards him and their lips met in a searing kiss, filled with the promise of a wondrous future to come.
A few months later, on the one year ‘anniversary’ of Draco’s accident, Harry and Draco exchanged rings, defied fate and marked that day as the happiest of their lives.