Harry suddenly remembered. The portkey. How could he forget the portkey. "Draco, the portkey. Accio the portkey." He whispered to his lover.
Even with the whispered command, the portkey still came to them. The Triwizard cup came to Harry's hand and they were soon pulled away from the nightmarish landscape. And they didn't hurt him. Draco was right. They didn't hurt him.
Harry and Draco landed with a thump on the queen size bed in his home in London. Harry didn't let go of Draco as they lay on the bed. He shuddered a few times from fear, but he knew his Draco would protect him. "I love you." He said into the other man's chest. "I love you. Thank you for saving me from them."