Harry pulled him into the room. "It's here." Pushed him in front of the mirror. "Look."
Draco looked. He saw his father on his knees, weeping and begging forgiveness. He saw Voldemort, dead by Draco's own hand, crumbling into dust at his feet.
He saw himself, wand drawn, great and powerful. Death Eaters bowing to him, wizards cowering. Muggles dying as he purified the world.
"What do you see?" Harry asked.
Draco turned and touched Harry's cheek. "I see you."