im back with a new story. All my other stories are dead. I will not be working on them ever again. Anyway I dont own harry potter. Warnings! Panic attack, PTSD, general depressed feelings.

It was the first moment in quite some time that Draco Malfoy felt it was acceptable to feel alone. As he stood on platform 9 & 3/4, surrounded by families saying their goodbyes and avoiding looking at him, he decided that it was okay to feel lonely.

He always felt alone these days. It had been happening since his sixth year. At the time, it had been the stress and pressure of living up to everyone's expectations, and completing the hardest task he was ever given.

Then the war happened. He fought with his family because after all, how could he turn against them? But as things progressed, he began to have doubts. Things were getting out of hand, this isn't what he wanted, he-

He got on the train. With no one there to say goodbye to, he had no reason to continue standing there. Today he was alone. His father in Azkaban, his mother in hiding, and he himself having stood trial where he begged for forgiveness in a show of regret and emotion no Malfoy would ever be proud of.

When he told his mother of his return to Hogwarts(court ordered. The ministry wanted to be able to keep an eye on him. Slip up, and its off to prison with him.), she had been so afraid for him. But Draco and Narcissa knew there was no choice. He was lucky to have been given this opportunity, and his only other choice was Azkaban. He would just have to keep quiet, keep his head down, and keep attention away from himself. Things could be so eas-

"Bloody hell, aren't you in prison yet?" Draco stopped walking, turning to face the Golden Trio. Hermione was scolding Ron for his rudeness, and the red head was trying to justify it. Harry was just staring. It made Draco uncomfortable.

He swallowed hard.
"No, Weasley. I'm not." That was all he said before continuing on his way, looking for a place to sit.

"That was...curious." Hermione said as she and her friends watched the blond retreat.
"No, 'Mione. Its just Malfoy being a prat. Come on, lets go si-Oh no, not again!" Hermione spun around, eyes locking on to Harry as he shook and sunk to his knees.

"Harry!"

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Harry wasn't sure whether or not he was looking forward to returning to Hogwarts. It was, after all, where it all went down...

He couldn't sleep the night before, or most nights before that. Every time he tried, he'd see the green flashes of lights, dead bodies, Voldemort...Whenever he closed his eyes, he would relive everything.

He could barely eat these days. Food just didn't seem worth it. His temper, however, was making up for his lack of appetite. Everything set him off lately. There would be screaming, yelling, crying, things being thrown. His friends were trying to help him stay calm, they were trying to stay with him, to understand.

Hermione had told him it was normal to feel this way. PTSD, she said, was common after wars.

He and Ginny had broken up. She told him he scared her. He hadn't responded, he just sat there, unmoving, staring at the floor. This had only made things worse. The two of them hadn't spoken in almost two months.

Mrs. Weasley had hugged him tight on the platform.
"Its going to be alright. Its all over." She had whispered. He only nodded, a lump growing in his throat.

He boarded the train in silence, hands in his pockets, staring down at his feet. Ron and Hermione tried getting him to talk, but it wasn't working. Then...

Malfoy. Draco Malfoy.

It was all coming back. The war, the deaths, the pain, everything. All of it flashed before him. He clenched his teeth, standing frozen. Draco said something he didn't hear before walking away. Neither Ron nor Hermione noticed Harry's fear. Not until he started breathing too quick. His heart felt like it was going to explode out of his chest. He was shaking, crying, falling to the floor.

Panic attack. Just perfect.

Ron and Hermione were helping him into a seat, shutting the door. They were squeezing his hands, calling his name, trying to bring him back to reality.

Eventually, after what felt like an eternity, everything began to return to normal. The tears stopped, but his hands still shook.

"S-sorry. Im fine now..." He mumbled. His friends looked at him, then each other. They then nodded, sitting on the seat across from him.

"What was it this time?" Hermione asked. "Or do you not know what triggered it?" Harry shook his head.

"Malfoy." He said quietly. "Seeing him." His friends nodded again. Hermione dug around in her bag, pulling out a piece of chocolate and offering it to Harry.

Instantly Remus Lupin filled his thoughts and he wanted to cry all over again. So many friends and loved ones had died for him...he did this...he-

"Take it, Harry." Harry did as he was told, eating it slowly, feeling it melt in his mouth.

He hated this. He wished he wasn't so scared, wished everyone would stop pitying him and treating him like he was fragile. He wished everything would just stop...