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So It Goes
by ReignofNight
Harry held a small gathering of flowers and pulled his coat closer to shake off the cold, shoes crunching on the snow was the only sound as he made his way up the hill. It was sparse, with few trees and even less grass, and come spring when the snow melts the ground would be spotted with dry patches being the only sign of life. The whole area seemed broken; it was no place for a grave, and that's why it was chosen.
He paused at the top, hesitating, before he shook his head and went to the grave. Dusting off the snow and dirt that gathered since his last visit, Harry ran his hand down the deep gouges on the front. It had been defaced within weeks of being put up, the name almost completely scratched out. Even knowing what it said he could barely make it out.
Draco Malfoy
June 5,
1980- 1999
It was unbelievable how far people take hate. They couldn't reach his parents so they attacked him, a boy who had no choice in a war that was not his. They took his family, his money, his home. His life. And then they refused his right to be buried in the family plot.
He became friends with Draco shortly after the war. In those last moments he saw him for what he was. A boy, insecure and confused just like everybody else. It wasn't until then that Harry realized he hadn't even thought of Draco as human. Malfoy was synonymous to evil in his head, and Harry left it at that, until the war came and bashed down all those prejudices.
Then Harry got his 'help people syndrome', as Hermione put it, and tried to help get Draco on his feet again. It had taken a long time, almost a year, but finally he trusted him and started to open up. Not only to Harry, but to the world.
Then he was gone.
Harry shook his head again to dislodge the thought and reached for the withered flowers from his last visit, months before. Am I really the only person who visits? He wondered, surely Draco had other friends. But no, Harry remembered at school he only had lackeys, not friends. Even at the funeral there were only a handful of people.
Placing the fresh flowers on the grave, Harry closed his eyes sadly as the last words Draco said to him flashed through his mind,
"I don't want to live half my life, and then just disappear."
And that's exactly what happened.
A/N. This was my first challenge fic, on Writing Your Butt Off and Typing Until Your Fingers Bleed-Audition Stage. Hope it goes well. Read and Review!