A/N Okay, this is my first ever fanfic … I'm new so I haven't got a Beta, but if u want to be mine just ask. I apologise if anything is wrong and I still don't know if I should make my story an MPREG or not…what do you think? Constructive criticism is welcome but try to not flame me. Enjoy :)


Harry was depressed.

I mean, seriously depressed.

But then again who wouldn't be depressed when you're living a life not worth living anymore? You see, Harry just hated his life. He hated, Cornelius Fudge, the Dursleys and the entire fucking wizarding world...most of all he hated himself. But then again who would believe an angst ridden 15 year old teenage boy that's being chased by a psychopath his whole life when he tells you that so called psychopath has returned to power? Then again he wouldn't believe himself either.

His few hours back into fifth year weren't going so great. As soon as he walked through the double doors leading to the Great Hall, every house except the Slytherins were giving him looks that basically said 'everybody hates you', 'you're a freak, fuck off', while some houses attempted to assault him physically, but fortunately Fred and George had enough muscle to scare them off.

Harry looked up at the twins and smiled, "Thanks guys," He said.

Fred and George just smirked and said in unison, "Its no problem Harry."

Some Huffelpuffs even had the nerve to ask if he was mentally stable…I mean Harry could put up with the looks and attempted attacks, but confronting him and asking if he's crazy was a step too far.

Harry ended up yelling at the poor first year and in the process, making her cry (what a wimp). But he ignored the whispers, rolled his eyes, stood up got lost.

"Harry!", yelled Ron and Hermione, but Harry just ignored them and carried on walking.

That explains why he was currently walking outside heading towards the Lake.

Apparently that's where his feet wanted him to go. He sat down on the damp grass and stared at the lake as the surface gleamed in the moonlight, it truly was beautiful, he looked up and saw that the moon was illuminated in a grey that was so bright almost silver, 'just like his eyes…' he thought.

That's right. Harry James Potter, Saviour of the wizarding world and the Gryffindor Golden Boy…was gay. Harry had always been gay, well, he realised that he had been gay since the age of 11 when he met Draco Malfoy in Madame Malkin's shop. Back then he realised how beautiful the boy was, with his grey eyes, pointed features, slicked back platinum blonde hair so perfect it glinted in the sun that leaked through the windows.

It was torture for Harry to act so hostile towards the boy-even though he did insult the first friend he ever made…

But he knew Draco will never return his feelings so he just learned to deal with that.

Sometimes he just thought of ending it all, leaving behind the burden of being a Saviour, the anger and hostility towards him and for the chance to join his parents…but he couldn't do that and leave all the innocent to the mercy of Voldermort, or else his parent's deaths would be in vain. Harry would be lying if he said he had never considered suicide.

'Oh well, I can't die yet', he thought.

Harry leaned against a tree and began to sing…


'This world will never be what I expected
And if I don't belong who would have guessed it
I will not leave alone everything that I own
To make you feel like it's not too late, it's never too late

Even if I say it'll be alright
Still I hear you say you want to end your life
Now and again we try to just stay alive
Maybe we'll turn it around 'cause it's not too late
It's never too late

No one will ever see this side reflected
And if there's something wrong who would have guessed it?
And I have left alone everything that I own
To make you feel like it's not too late, it's never too late

Even if I say it'll be alright
Still I hear you say you want to end your life
Now and again we try to just stay alive
Maybe we'll turn it around 'cause it's not too late
It's never too late...'

He took a deep breath and started to sing the next verse…


Draco Malfoy was currently walking towards the lake, his fine hair fluttering around his face in the gentle breeze, his platinum hair glistening in the moonlight and . He always went out there when he wanted to clear his head…and ease his stress. Surprisingly Draco didn't have a happy go life, Narcissa made sure of that. To Draco, Narcissa was just a woman in her life that lived in the same house as him and only pretended to care about him in public. To put it bluntly, Narcissa was a bitch. His father wasn't any different.

His parents hated him, and just wouldn't talk to him except for the occasional 'Welcome home' or 'Happy birthday'…even 'Merry Christmas.' Draco just didn't understand why his parents were so cold to him. 'I deserve be loved, and it would be nice to love back as well, and I don't think an arranged marriage is the key to that…'

Draco was mused out of his thoughts when he heard singing...whoever's voice was obviously male and even though it was a song te voice was singing Draco wasn't focused on the lyrics, he was too focused on the voice. He stopped walking and just stood on the grass listening.


'...No one will ever see this side reflected
And if there's something wrong who would have guessed it?
And I have left alone everything that I own
To make you feel like it's not too late, it's never too late

Even if I say it'll be alright
Still I hear you say you want to end your life
Now and again we try to just stay alive
Maybe we'll turn it around 'cause it's not too late
It's never too late

The world we knew won't come back
The time we've lost can't get back
The life we had won't be ours again

This world will never be what I expected
And if I don't belong

Even if I say it'll be alright
Still I hear you say you want to end your life
Now and again we try to just stay alive
Maybe we'll turn it around 'cause it's not too late
It's never too late

Maybe we'll turn it around 'cause it's not too late
It's never too late
It's not too late, it's never too late...'


The song finished on that note as the voice stopped singing. Draco was mesmerised with the beauty of it he didn't even notice that his feet started walking on their own accord. Draco was shaken out of his reverie when he notice a very familiar mop of black hair.

A sneer graced his features as he thought back to the first time he offered the boy his friendship. 'No one turns down a Malfoy' Draco thought. ...(But you were acting like a prick)... a voice inside his head told him.

Draco's sneer turned into a frown as he thought about his behaviour towards Harry and sighed. 'I guess I was acting like a prick that day, I was 11 and lonely, I just wanted to be frinds with him...I wonder if he'll be my friend if i asked him..'

...(you never know, he might want you too)...

Misinterpreting those words, he began to walk to the tree that situated the raven haired boy determined on making him his friend.

'You're not gonna win this time Potter' Draco smirked to himself.


A/N Wahoo first chapter done! (And by the way, that song is called 'Never Too Late' by 3 Days Grace)