Warning/Disclaimer/Notes: todo de Harry Potter es por JKR. I've Got Nothing lyrics (which I will incorporate and probs underline-mind you they will be changed slightly to fit) is by ChartJackers. As per usual, this is a slash but it's oh so mild really. Sequel to Unhealthy and um… it's 11:22 pm and I've been up forever now so blah.
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Harry was lost. He was lost, confused, hurt, angry, and above all, alone. Dumbledore was dead now, he broke things off with Ginny, and was left to find the horcruxes with the little information Dumbledore had provided while he was still alive. What kept replaying in Harry's head however was Draco pointing his wand at Dumbledore. He could tell Draco didn't want to kill the man and that he wasn't capable, but still, the fact remained that he went that far.
It was true Harry and Draco had started a secretive friendship and had a strange romantic fling (if you can even call it that), but they hardly saw each other outside of classes they had together that year. That was all enough for Harry to at least think he loved the other boy, even if these thoughts and feelings were pushed to the back of his mind. Now what would Harry do without Draco over the summer? He guessed he just had to forget everything that ever happened between them. With Draco having run off with the Death Eaters and Harry having to find the horcruxes to defeat Voldemort, it wasn't safe to keep hanging on to silly notions. And then Harry received a letter through regular post with no return address.
Not only was it strange that Harry received any letters at all through regular post, but the fact that it was sent from London and from an unknown sender. Harry held the letter in his hands gingerly as he turned it over to see if there was any mark to give a hint as to the sender. Sadly, it looked like any regular letter. Going outside with the letter, Harry sat under the sparse shade of a thin tree. He opened the letter easily with a swipe of his finger under the flap. With a cautious curiosity he pulled out a small piece of parchment. So it was someone who knew him but didn't want to send it by an owl. But who would do that? As Harry glimpsed the handwriting, he knew who it was. Tears pricked the back of his eyes as he began to read the short letter.
Just a year ago I was telling you I was sorry and I am telling you again. I really am sorry. I also know you're hurt and confused, but just know I told you we had to stop seeing each other. Nothing was a lie. Right now I've got nothing. If you were to look into my eyes you'd see I'm acting crazy. There's nothing left for me and the lights are going out it seems. I ended up loving you, but you know love isn't forever. You have to destroy this letter after you read it. It wasn't safe to send with an owl. They're in my house now and I can't do anything. I just barely managed to send you this. If I can get out I will try to send you something but it's a huge risk. I do love you and I'm sorry this had to happen.
Harry's hand tightened around the letter, crumpling it as it mixed with the tears which dripped onto the parchment. Some of the ink ran and stained his hands with black. Harry didn't care. He took a deep breath and resolved to bury this deep within himself; Voldemort could never find these feelings he harbored for Draco. Draco would have to be dead to him.