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Tags: BoyxBoy. BoyxGirl. Character deaths. Suicidal thoughts! Deep depression. Harry was made Head Boy, to his great honour and annoyance from George.

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Finally, thought Draco as he lays in the sun, the weekend! I don't have any schoolwork to finish. As soon as he thinks this he feels a sudden weight settle on his chest that confuses him.

"Mr. Malfoy," says Professor McGonagall. She stands over him, blocking the sun from Draco's eyes.

"Yes, Professor," Draco says, wondering why she has a grim expression.

"Follow me," she says and turns on her heel, heading back to the castle.

Draco gets to his feet and follows McGonagall back into the castle and to the headmistress office which is hers now. She sweeps inside and sits behind her desk. Draco takes the seat opposite.

"I brought you here to tell you of a recent, very devastating tragedy. Your parents have lost their lives."

Draco feels like he's fallen off his broom from a hundred feet. "What happened?", he manages to choke out. He can't breathe. It has caused physical pain.

" Your father lost the will to live. He stopped eating. Your mother lost on her own grief, killed herself."

At this, Draco did resolve to tears. He cried silently for a moment. "No, my mum is stronger than that. She wouldn't leave me."

"Your mother wrote you a final letter, " she held out an envelope addressed to, Mama's little Dragon. Draco gave a watery chuckle at his nickname.

"Thank you, may I leave?"

McGonagall nodded. Draco left the room as quickly as possible. He just wanted to run from his grief so he ran through the corridors as fast as he could. He eventually found himself on the we of the lake. He couldn't take it! He yelled as loud as he could across the lake. When he ran out of breath, he sank to his knees and slumped to his side, sobbing.

The clouds were dark and Draco didn't know how long he lay there before it started to rain. Draco didn't move, even when it was pouring. He just stayed, following in his own grief.

At some point Draco drifted into sleep. And while he was asleep, someone walked over to him and cast a Hover charm on him. He was floated back into the castle and to the hospital wing.

When Draco woke he didn't know where he was. His head was on a soft pillow and his body covered by a warm blanket. He opened his eyes and looked around. He saw the most beautiful green he's ever seen starring back. Harry Potter's eyes.

"What the hell happened?," Draco grumbled.

"You fell asleep by the lake and I brought you back here. Oh, and this was in your pocket," Potter handed Draco his letter.

Without hesitation, Draco tore open the letter and began to read:

Dear Draco,

I hope you will forgive me for leaving you. I couldn't handle another day in that house. There are to many memories. When I received news of your Father's death, it finally pushed me over the edge. Which has been a long time coming. I want you to move on in life and continue your studies to become a Healer. Find love and build a new family. Don't let anyone tell you who you are. You are my son and I love you. Just know that your father and I are together again and that we love you so very much.

All my love,

Narcissa Malfoy

Draco couldn't stop the flow of tears running down his face. He let them fall. He didn't care who was on the room. His parents were gone. They were gone! He cluchted the letter to his chest.

Then something - or rather someone - started wipeing his tears from his cheeks. Draco leaned into the touch. He fell asleep again.