Broken

by warmfuzzyfeeling

Short oneshot- when the world leaves him to die all he can do is remember. A broken man who has earned his freedom Character death! HPDM kinda fluffyish at the end. please read and review it is my first story.

Disclaimer: Not mine all credit to characters goes to the wonderful JK Rowling. I just own the storyline of this fic.

There he sat. Cold, alone and helpless. Every one had gone. He had served his purpose. Empty green eyes looked dazedly at the rain as it splashed into the puddles in front of him. Thin skeletal fingers reached and dipped into the closest pool. Despite the cold November air he did not stir, he did not feel. He remembered the times when he and his friends went to Hogsmead and had fun but all those memories had been tainted be time. He remembered his first kiss. A total disaster. He remembered falling in love but having that love ripped away by the tormentor along with his friends. He remembered the day that should have been a day of celebration not mourning. He remembered the day he first realised that he had no point in living.

The broken man pulled back into the shadows as footsteps echoed in the small alley. The rustle of movement caught the stranger's attention. He stopped in front of what looked like a pile of old rags next to the dustbin. The frail man hardly dared to breathe. It had become second nature to hide. The stranger stooped down and reached out a perfectly manicured hand, sculpted to perfection. The hand jerked back slightly as the pile tried to scuttle further away. Slowly a head appeared out of the rags. Emerald green locked with stormy grey. The skeletal hand grasped the perfect one. The stranger pulled the man up shakily to his feet. The ebony head bowed. The immaculate hand griped his chin and gently lifted his face. The man stumbled and fell against the stranger. Lithe arms rapped around him. He felt warm as he snuggled into the chiselled chest. Again his head was raised up by the other. Soft silky lips pressed against his own chapped ones. His angel had been sent to him. They were together again at last. He was pulled out of the ally by the blond haired Adonis. 'Draco' he sighed happily.

When the morning light shone into the small back street the small gaunt body of one Harry Potter, Saviour of the wizarding world, could be found with a small happy smile on his lips. To any passer by it would look as if he was asleep.

Well there you go that was my first ever story. I hope you liked it. Please review. I know it is short but it just popped into by head. Thank you for reading. Love Warmfuzzyfeeling