Roses
Chapter 1: I fall
The rain was beginning to drench the twenty-three year old but he couldn't have cared if it was a hailstorm. He kept walking down the darkened alley, waiting for someone to pick up a gun and shoot his head clean off his shoulders. He couldn't bear the emotion that was threatening to overwhelm him.
Harry Potter wondered why he didn't have the courage to do it by himself. Just plunge a knife in his heart or wherever on his anatomy that would stop his heart from beating.
It was because of him that people he loved died. First it was his parents. Then Sirius, the one person who guaranteed his safety. And then, Professor Snape had died, fighting for him. Then it was Hagrid. He had had enough of it. He wanted out of this. He wanted to die. He remembered that the prophecy told of how either the Dark Lord perished or he would. He rather it was him. Then, he thought of the people whom he still had. Hermione, Ron, Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall and...Draco. His very own dragon. Harry wondered whether Draco still remembered him. Six years had past since Harry last saw his friend. The crown of blonde halo resting always immaculately on his head. Those silvery orbs, always seeming to look deep into your soul, searching. Those slender hands that worked wonders on magic and also on private matters. The warmth that radiated from the Slytherin was almost too overwhelming that Harry somehow felt it in his bones at that moment.
Harry stopped walking and looked up to the starless galaxy. The rain stung his face and eyes but he didn't close them, no matter how painful the sensation is.
Then, one by one, midnight black petals of flowers dropped down on his face. After that, everything went black.
