I sat on the window seat looking at the dark outside as I rocked back and forth. I was currently residing in the "Home for those who Need Company." Although the name made it sound like a happy and friendly place, it was actually very similar to a muggle rehab center. A couple of weeks after Voldemort had been defeated, a head healer at St. Mungo's had started the HNC (Home for those who Need Company.) Anyone who was hurt during the war and needed serious help (was suicidal, for example,) went to the HNC for help.

Although it had started as a way to help people who were traumatized by war, it had turned into a rehab clinic for any wizard or witch who needed help. I was here as a result of war, but I was a relatively new "guest." Many of the other guests had been here for eight months, the entire time that the HNC had been open. I had arrived only two months ago and seemed to be getting no better.

During the final battle, my secret fiancé, Draco Malfoy, was hit with a curse. The spell eventually leads to death, but it kills you very slowly and painfully. When Harry had finally killed Voldemort, I had immediately gone looking for Draco. Most people still thought of him as a Death Eater and would hurt him on sight if someone else found him first. After looking around the huge battlefield, I finally found him leaning against a tree, holding his side tightly.

"Draco,' I said, breaking into a run as I caught sight of him.

Draco looked up at me and it looked like he tried to smile before his eyes flashed and his face went white.

"Draco?" I whispered worriedly as I knelt down beside him and cupped his cheek lightly.

"I'm…fine." Draco said unconvincingly. He was still holding onto his side tightly, and I could see his entire body going white. His eyes were now closed, and I could see sweat starting to form on his forehead.

I stood up and looked around the battleground for someone who could help me take him to St. Mungo's. Severus Snape was the only person in shouting range, so I quickly called him over.

Severus had come through for the Order during the final battle, and had even helped kill some of the more lethal Death Eaters.

"He's hurt, and I need help moving him to St. Mungo's." I told Severus, worry evident in my voice.

"St. Mungo's can't help him now," Severus said grimly, before adding, "Let's take him to my potions supply."

Severus had spent days giving Draco potion after potion to keep him alive for a longer period of time than the spell normally allowed. After administered, the spell usually let the victim live another month or month and a half at the most before the victim had to be killed because they were in so much pain. With the help of Severus' potions, Draco had many months to live before the full pain hit.

Draco managed to live five and a half months before the pain became too intense to live with. Everyone involved, including Draco himself, had decided that it would be better for Draco if he were killed. I was the only one who disagreed with this plan, but I was outvoted and Draco talked me through the entire thing, even though I should have been the one talking him through it.

A couple weeks after Draco had left this world, I had started getting manically depressed at the worst times, and I had even taken to fainting without notice. I never planned on any of it, but it just seemed to happen.

That's why I was now here at the HNC. They thought that they could help me get through this "rough patch" in my life, but I wasn't so sure, and I had honestly started to wonder if I was ever going to be my old self again.

Hi. Here's the beginning of another story. This is just an introduction chapter, and that's all it was ever meant to be. I hope to leave this story with a somewhat happy ending, but that might change as I write more of the story. The title is taken from a song from Rent, and most of the chapter titles will also be taken from the same song. I'm not sure how much people are going to like this story, but I hope someone does!

Thanks!