The Danger Zone
Disclaimer: Ok everything that you've heard of before in books belongs to J.K. Rowling. Everything new is mine.
Summary: Harry finds a journal what happens next is anyone's guess. Everyone is really out of character, it is my own fault, sorry.
Warnings: Slash and some swearing
A Problem is Discovered
Monday, February 16th, 1998
Today I found this journal. I hope it is not like that one in second year. That thing really sucked.
H.P.
Yeah, sorry about that, my dad's a real dick wad. This is a two-way journal, can I have it back?
D.M.
Why are you asking so nicely? You are usually a prat to me.
Did you ever think that I might be trying to turn over a new leaf?
You're an evil prat, what new leaf?
Just give it back!
No!
Why not?
I've found it, it's mine now.
And you call me a prat.
Prick
Prat
Bint
Cunt
(I can tell this is getting confusing so I'll point out that Harry is speaking next)
Wanker
Only when thinking of you.
What?
You heard, well read me. Wait confusing?
Are you serious?
You want to find out?
No, why would I?
I don't know. Could you just give my journal back?
Sure but I've got one question.
What is it?
Who was the other journal for?
That's none of your business.
Come on tell me, please.
You give me my journal and I'll tell you.
Ok, meet me in the prefect's bathroom.
You can't go there.
Yes, I can.
Fine then, see you there.
HP's POV
I don't know why I went to meet Draco but I did. I don't regret going. I think that I was kind of hoping that something would happen. I'm not sure what I wanted, whether it was to die or see if Draco had been telling the truth.
When I got to the prefect's bathroom, Draco was already there. I was under my invisibility cloak, because I wasn't sure when I'd get back to the tower. Draco looked scared and unsure of himself.
"Hey," I said, pulling off my cloak.
"Just hand it over," he said.
"You promised me you would tell who this was for," I said, journal in hand.
"It is not important! Just give it!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"Why are we yelling?"
"I have no idea. We both know what is right. You should just give it back to me."
"But who is it for?"
"My father, this is how saying goodbye."
"Goodbye? Why would you need to say that?"
Draco stared at me. He had one of those 'you really are stupid' looks on his face. It then dawned on me that he meant he was really saying goodbye, for good.
"I won't let you," I said
"And why not? You hate me, I hate you. Why would you even care? Oh wait, I get it. You are Golden Boy so you feel you have to save me," Draco said nastily.
"That is not it," I demanded.
"Then why?"
"Because you have chances, you can control your life. Anyway, I've seen way to many people die, already."
Draco stared at me, stunned. It seemed as if he was truly shocked.
"You keep the journal, ok?" he said
"Ok, I will."
He then walked away. That night I could not sleep. I kept thinking of him. I got out of bed and snuck into the head girl and boy's room. I knew the password because of Hermione. I'm still not sure why I went. It wasn't any of my business what Draco did. I wanted to make sure he was all right, I guess. I walked into his room. He was sitting on the floor a pocketknife sitting in front of him.
"I know what he said, but how can I believe him? He probably, no definitely said that because of whom he is supposed to be," Draco said. He raised the knife to his wrist.
"Please don't," I said.
"Potter? What are you doing here? Get out, wait where are you?"
I pulled off my cloak. I suppose I was crying, he came over and wiped away my tears.
"Why?" he asked.
"I could ask you the same thing."
"You wouldn't understand."
"How do you know?"
"Cause you just wouldn't."
I stayed the night in Draco's room. The next morning we went to Dumbledore. Draco didn't want to go but I made him. Dumbledore seemed pretty concerned. He wanted to send Draco to St. Mungo's. But I refused to Draco be sent there. Instead we would go to a nice little town in southern Britain. While there Draco would be able to calm down and see what the beauty of the world.