December at Hogwarts were usually the most busy month of the year. Exams, tests, homework.. But this December were different. The dark lord had been killed, death eaters sent to Azkaban, thousands without homes, thousands of orphans everywhere.. There wasnt enough teachers left to teach the students at Hogwarts. Everybody were either wounded badly or dead. The destruction of the wizarding world were so extensive that not even magic could restore it to its former glory.
The 13th of December started out as any other normal day for Harry Potter.. He woke up, headed for the bathroom to take a quick shower. The warm soothing water made him forget who he was and where he was. He had been depressed since May now.. Five months of darkness hanging over him. He thought he would be happy when all his dreams came true. But he didnt. In June Ron had left Hermione. Causing her to leave the world they were in and return to muggle-London. In august Ron had killed himself out of guilt. And completely ripped the Weasley family apart. He and Ginny tried to make things right but ended up with a breakup. Harry were left alone with his depression.. He missed Hermione, he missed Ron, he even missed the evil he was fighting against.. He needed something to do! Something that would keep his mind in place, and didnt make him dwell with black thoughts.
He sighed as the warm water went colder. He stepped out on the cold floor, grabbed a towel and lazily wrapped it around his waist. He dried the waterdrops of the mirror and stared at himself. His black unruly hair were hanging down infront of his face. He ran his fingers through it and sighed once again. The once so sparkling green eyes of his were now dead serious, they looked a bit like a week old stab wounds He had been crying for half a year now. Almost every day. Everyone he had loved were gone. And they were never comming back. And the one he loved now didnt exactly love him back.
Harry plastered on a fake smile to the miserable boy in the mirror. He looked down on his body again. Pale scars covered his arms. Self inflicted scars. He ran a finger over his left arm. While thinking of the horrible path he had walked down. A scar for every time someone had made a nasty comment. A scar for every time someone had mentioned Hermione, Ron, Ginny, his parents or Sirius' name. A scar for every time he felt like crying but couldnt manage a tear.
Everyone knew Harrys state.. The one who knew how he felt more than anyone else were the last person Harry thought would care, Draco Malfoy. The dark lord had killed his parents in pure rage when they let Harry escape the manor. Draco were left alone, now he knew how Potter felt inside. Or atleast had a clue of it. He didnt actually care how Potter felt anyways. Draco had tried to hate him like before, without the slightest little touch of success. He didn't love the sight of Potter, hell no, but something about him were appealing to him. Potter had begun to become more of a man now that he was out of all the "i'm the chosen one" rubbish. Draco had noticed that Potter had become depressed, and suicidal after that friend of his killed himself. Potter had the habit of running off to somewhere and scream his lungs out. Draco knew, he had followed him once..
In august right after the weas.. Ron.. had died Harry had walked slowly past him, Draco had screamed a nasty comment at him and he had run off with tears running from his eyes. Draco had followed him to appologize. Without his bad influences he had grown to be more.. caring than before.. or atleast he thought so himself.
He had followed Potter down to the lake where Ron were last seen alive and sat down. He had hid behind a tree behind him. Potter didnt know he was there.. He had pulled out his wand and made a deep cut on his wrist, sobbing quietly. After a minute or so he had pointed at the deep wound again, healing it. Leaving a white scar. Draco had walked back to his usual place, underneath the tree in the courtyard and sat down. He didnt like seing Potter in pain.. Was he going mental?
Harry dried the last bit of his hair with the already soaking wet towel. He sighed for the millionth time that day and grabbed his pants and a white shirt. He were careful not showing his arms to anyone. Letting pain out this way was weak, and he was everything else than weak!
He smiled to his refection once more, but it looked more like he had been stabbed from behind.
"Harry James Potter" he whispered to himself "remember who you are".
He grabbed his tie and walked out of the bathroom. His bed in the same state as he had leftit that morning, he felt the urge to just stay there. He knew he couldnt. He needed food, he couldnt starve himself too. But food meant risking to meat fellow Gryffindors wondering if everything was okay, he might lose it and spit out his feeling to the first poor creature he saw.. Which wasnt a good idea.
He walked down the stairs to the commonroom. In the corner of his eye he saw
every eye turn to him as he walked out, leaving whispers behind him. Yes, they knew something was wrong with him.. They just didnt want to make him pissed off again. Which Harry understood perfectly well. He was known to use painfull curses when he was mad. He walked slowly down the hallway leading to the great hall trying not to disturb anyone.
He walked past many first year old reading for tests and throwing jinxed snowballs at eachother. Suddenly one of them hit the back of his head.
"Watch it!" He murmured silently and walked faster to avoid getting hit again. Around the next corner he walked into Ginny sharing a rather passionate snog with Dean Thomas. He sighed again, could this day get any worse?
He had lost everything.. Everyone else seemed to have the time of their lives. Paying no attention to anyone else than themselves. Or maybe they did.. he didnt care. Before he walked into the hall he stopped for a second to look for someone.
Draco Malfoy sat at the Slytherin table all by himself drinking something Harry assumed were coffee.. He was trying to read his face to figure out if walking past him were safe or not. But today a not so normal expression were on his face. He looked sad and worried.. Harry figured he missed his friends and parents. His eyes were empty, as he were looking at something but didnt quite see it.