A blond haired boy sits crawled up in the corner of the prefect's bathroom tears quietly rolling down his sharp cheekbones.
"I'm so alone love. You told me stay strong, but I'm falling without you. Nothing has a meaning anymore, I can't eat or sleep because all my thoughts are filled with you. Every heart beat is a struggle; I need you by my side. Without you I'm an empty shell with only darkness inside."
He fumbles the pocket of his cloak and pulls out a small pocket knife with a loin and a serpent carved onto its black, shiny center. His fingers run elegantly across its surface, remembering every line and curve.
"I love this you know? It's the only thing that's left of you, the only thing I have. Even the memories have started to fade. I guess I'm trying to forget, like you told me to, but it hurts so much. It's breaking me."
Rolling of the sleeves of his shirt, the angry lines on his pale skin come to view. They crisscross the skin of his forearms. Some were deep and were a shade of angry red. Others were shorter and almost fully healed. One was near the main vain of his wrist; it had re-opened and was now trickling little droplets of crimson blood.
"I'm sorry; I know you would never accept me doing this if you were here. Especially with that knife you gave me, I bet it wasn't meant to be used on me. But each line, it's a remembrance of you. It feels like each line I add, takes me closer to you. That feeling is my savior now. I can't do without it."
To the surprise of himself, he's walking out of the bathroom and castle, into the darkening summer night, down to a grave near the edge of the lake. He sits down and leans his back onto the cold surface and tears are start to pour over even harder than before. Soon his breath eases as he stares into the depths of the lake.
"It was my idea to bury you here you know? I thought you'd like it here after all the days we spent here. Remember how we sat under that tree for ages and how we went swimming together or had snow fights in the winter? I remember the times you fell asleep on my lap. You looked so peaceful then, like nothing could ever hurt us. The way your dark hair swayed in the wind and your hands were gripping tightly around my waist. It's all like a distant dream now. I don't feel the warmth of your body next to mine anymore, its cold now."
The Slytherin stands up and takes a few steps to the old maple tree. There he kneels down and places his hand over the initials carved onto it. DH
He slides down into sitting position and a single tear escapes from his grey eyes. He sits in utter silence watching the sun set into the distance.
"I miss you. I'm nothing without you…"
Taking out the knife again, he brushes his fingers over the sharp blade. Looking down at his arms, then at the lake and at last, at the grave of his love, he whispers:
"I'm sorry, but this is the only way."
"I'll be with you soon, I'm joining you."
And with that he slashes the knife over his left wrist, harder than ever before.
Soon his vision starts to fog and he turns his head towards the grave. His skin shines in ghostly white as the blood runs freely from his wrist. Before falling into unconsciousness he manages to say one last thing:
"I love you Harry."
-fin-
AN: hope u liked it! I know it was pretty dark and angsty, but I was in a really unhappy mood and here is the result. Please review, I'd love to know what u think!!