"Wake me up, when September ends." Harry shot back as he looked down at Sam, hit by an onslaught of memories. He didn't think he was feeling much humanity but he was enjoying this little respite. Imagination was something demons didn't really have but in that moment, Harry could imagine being that same boy in the dorm again. It felt ... almost nice.

"It's kinda fun, I guess." Harry laughed tired. "Me and you - dying together."