A silhouette of a man could be seen standing at the edge of a building in the streets of London. He had stood there for hours since he was last seen at the seedy Leaky Cauldron. His head was held up high facing the velvety black skies. There was not a sign of stars or the moon but the blackness of the night. It was as if a wide open spaced hole laid specifically to him on this very night. Empty. That would be the best word to describe it. Just as much as his life had been.
For exactly 5 months and 3 days, Draco Malfoy had been living in what he would describe as a living hell. For exactly those 5 months and 3 days ago, he was everything but nothing until the inevitable happened. Since then, he had lost everything. All the worse things that never came across into his mind that would ever befall him had come true. A huge void had been punched into his life.
He sunk in the night air before taking the bottle of Firewhisky he was holding to his lips. The liquid warmed his throat as he downed the beverage till the very last drop. He didn't show any sign of pain as the burning sensation started to draw inside his body. They say Firewhisky would fill one's courage but in truth, Draco couldn't feel much really, just the hopelessness that attached his heart to utter despondency.
In his drunken stupor, he precariously looked down the building with one hand holding on to the railings behind him. He knew what he should do. An act that should had been done months before. It will take him just one step and all his sufferings would end as quick as the struck of lightning. Lightning, he scoffed. Harry Potter, the boy who lived and also the chosen one came across his mind. He was too familiar with the name since he could ever remember. Since the demise of the Dark Lord, Potter instantly became known as a hero and savior to the wizarding world. As much as Draco despised the vast attention towards Potter, he admitted he was indeed in debt of him. It was unfortunate that he will never have the chance to repay him.
In the verge of ending his life, he chuckled mirthlessly by even dared to think about doing a good deed. Sins were the only thing he had been doing most of his life. The remnants of it were living in his meaningless pride for the pureblood family and the terror for the Dark Lord in his childhood and adolescent days. He closed his eyes as flashes of memories zipped through his mind. He felt like a fool.
I must end my sufferings, he thought. He never could endure the misery any longer. Almost immediately, he let go of his hand off the railings and lunged forward. Instead of feeling his body falling to gravity, he was tugged backwards by an unknown force. Before he could react properly, his head bashed to the hard ground with a loud thud. He couldn't fully process what had happened and was unable to figure out what stopped him. As darkness was about to enveloped him, a pair of green eyes were staring back at his grey ones.
Author's note: Hi :) So, this is my first ever attempt in writing HP fanfiction. I have written fanfictions before but it was poorly made. Now, I'm taking a brave move to finally write a Harry Potter related fanfiction. So, please be easy on me since I am still inexperienced and English is not my first language. I'm improving :) Oh yes, the title is probably temporary. I might change it. Anyway, do review!