Harry sat alone in the Astronomy Tower, staring up at the stars. He didn't feel like being social. He just wanted to be left alone. His thoughts solely focused on the rising threat of Lord Voldemort. A threat that he, alone, had to remove. But how? He was only a seventeen year old kid. Or rather a seventeen year old wizard.
This year was supposed to be the best year of his life. It was his seventh and final year at Hogwarts and the term had just begun two days ago. But it wasn't looking very good so far.
Not only did he get into a fight with Ron at the welcoming feast but he also made Hermione cry. On top of that he got detention from Snape, all in the first day of the new school year. He couldn't help it if he had bottled up anger. Who wouldn't if they had to return to the Dursley's every summer? This was the first time that he truly felt alone. None of his friends even bothered to write him over the summer holiday. Then he had to find out, on accident, that Hermione went on vacation with the Weasley's. Well that just added fuel to his already barely contained anger. So it wasn't any wonder that he had snapped. He let out a small snort as his eyes narrowed in anger. How could they? He trusted them and they just ignored him. They weren't even going to tell him about their vacation but he had overheard them talking about how much fun they had. So he did what any teenager would do. He had a melt down. Ever since fifth year, and the death of his Godfather, his temper had quickly become uncontrollable.
"Why me?" Harry mumbled to himself, over and over again. He stood and walked to the edge of the tower where he looked down at the dark ground below. He could just end it now. One jump, one leap, and his pain and emptiness would end. He could be with Sirius. With his parents. He shook his head and backed up a step. No. He wouldn't let them win. He couldn't let them win. A noise behind him causes him to turn. His eyes search the dark for what had make the noise. Or rather who? "Who's there? Show yourself!" His eyes narrowed as a figure stepped out of the darkness.
Draco stepped out into the light. A smirk on his lips. "So this is where you've been keeping yourself, Potter?" He stopped and crossed his arms over his chest.
Harry rolled his eyes. "Bugger off, Malfoy. If I wanted company I would of asked for it. What are you doing up here anyways? Don't you have some first years to bother?"
Draco chuckled. "Quite the show you gave us at the welcoming feast. I think you actually shocked those gits that you call friends. The looks on their faces was priceless. But I have actually come up here in search of you. I want to offer you a deal. I know what you want, Potter. And I'm going to help you get it."
Harry blinked. "What are you talking about? You know what I want? I don't want anything that you can give me. And what makes you think you know what I want? Your no friend of mine."
The blondes' eyes flashed. "I know because I want the same thing, Potter. I want freedom. No more people telling me what to do. Or forcing me to do something. I want the beatings to stop. I just want to be a normal teenager. Yes, you heard me right. I just want to be a normal teenager." Draco stressed.
Harry stood there open mouthed. "Normal? Wouldn't that mean a muggle? I thought you hated anything that wasn't pureblooded. Like yourself, Malfoy. But I do want freedom. I can't stand being here any longer. Too many people have died. I can't be the savior that everyone wants me to be. I just can't!" He finished in a whisper.
Draco nodded in understanding. "Then lets go. Everyone is in bed. I made sure of it. I have your broom and mine. I also had that bloody house elf, that is so fond of you, pack your belongings. All that's left to do is leave. Are you with me, Potter...Harry?" He offered his right hand while his left held two broomsticks.
Harry bit his bottom lip. He slowly took Draco's outstretched hand and grabs his broom. "Ok then...Mal...Draco. Are you sure about this? Being a muggle is hard. We can't use any magic, it'll be too risky."
Draco shook Harry's hand. "You were raised a muggle, weren't you? I'm sure that you will be able to teach me the basics. I already exchanged most of my savings into muggle money. I got you some too." He walked to the edge of the tower, threw his leg over his broom and mounted it.
Harry followed Draco's lead. "Ok then. Lets get going before someone see's us." He jumped off the tower and pointed his broom upward, disappearing into the clouds.
Draco is soon following after Harry. Neither of the two look back. Neither of the two have any regrets. This was the first day of the rest of their lives.