Authors Note: Quick depressing one-shot. Not much to it.
It hurt, it hurt a lot, and he loved it. He was addicted. It wasn't the pain though, it was the control. Something he didn't have much off. He felt like he had been born to do nothing more than kill someone else. To take a life just as the life of his loved ones had been taken. He felt like he had no choice. He probably didn't. This, however, was a choice. And he had the control. He watched as the blood ran down his forearm. Bright red, shining in the moonlight that flooded the astronomy tower. It was calming. It gave him relief. He lowered the blade once more. Pressing harder and harder. He let out a breathe and slowly slid the blade down, inch by inch, he watched the blood pool at the surface. He didn't know that would be the night that he would go too far. He didn't know that it was Draco who would find him. He had no clue it would be a random first year that would discover two bodies the next morning. One blonde and one brunette. One holding a dagger and one holding a note. The glass from a broken vial surrounding them. The note reading; "Look at what you did to him. You took an angel and ripped off his wings. He will never fly again. Forced him to take a path not chosen by himself. In the end his halo would be replaced by horns. In his eyes he would be a killer not a hero. You took one of the strongest people, and broke him down. His will to live is gone. He is gone. This is why angels don't live amongst us. We can't handle them."
A joint funeral would be held. Two coffins laid in the ground. Groups of sobbing people. Eulogies would be read. And two angels would watch from their rightful place. Far away from the pain they had suffered.
Break down of the story: Harry (he) cuts due to the pressure put on him. Draco is in love with Harry and decides without Harry he won't be able to go on. The broken vial had contained the poison Draco drank, killing himself. Harry holds the dagger and Draco the note.