Never Forgotten
The house stood invisible to the outside world in a long row of semi-detached houses. Inside this house was sorrow. Inside Draco Malfoy was crying.
He put the phone down. A million questions raged through his head. A car crash? Those stupid little Muggle inventions. How could this be happening to him? How could Harry be taken from him so soon?
His world was crashing around him. Father in Azkaban. Mother dead by suicide. No siblings nor any resemblance of family left. All he had was Harry. He remembered his words, Harry had said those many times and Draco had always replied "I love you too." But it was only now that he realized how much he had truly loved him. How could he go on without him? He didn't think he could, he couldn't go on without ever holding him close or touching his lips ever again.
The only thing Draco had left of Harry was some memories and a couple of pictures of the pair of them hugging, kissing, and being alive. Big smiles, bright emerald eyes, olive skin. All gone in a matter of seconds. In a matter of seconds Harry had been stolen from him. He was gone. The tears rolled down his face on to the photo of them dancing that he clutched in his shaking hands. How could he be gone?
He had to do some thing. He couldn't just sit there. Shaking he stood up and walked up the stairs gripping the hand rail in one hand and their picture in the other. He went into his room and closed the door. He lifted the six and a half inch dagger from his bed side table. It was a special little knife made silver and shiny little gems laid in its handle. He and Harry had used it in their Blood Bonding last year.
Draco sat down at the base of his bed and started carving slits into his arms like he first did when his mother died. The pain helped him forget, for a split second it was all that he could think about and then whenever he closed his eyes Harry's face returned to him. Haunting him. Reminding him.
The knife stopped just above his wrist... "I'll always love you no matter what, Draco."
Ending his life wouldn't bring Harry back. He saw Harry's face again in his mind. Harry was shaking his head as if telling him not to do it.
Harry was telling Draco that he was going to have to work through the grief and sorrow. That he would have to stand tall at Harry's funeral. Then he would get through that day and the next and the next but Draco would never forget Harry.
He stood up, the blood running from his arms had almost stopped. He placed his knife down and picked up his pencil and drawing pad then sat back down.
He started drawing a very detailed drawing of a black rose because roses were Harry's favorite flower and black was his favorite color.
The rose would go on Harry's head stone. The marked for where Harry would sleep forever in eternal rest.
Below the rose he wrote 'Never Forgotten'.
A single drop of blood landed on the thorn of the rose.