A/N~ WHOOOOOSHHHHHHHHHH. I adapted this to fit the way i now want the story to go. Well this is teh first chapter OF THE ENTIRE THING!
I give you.......................From Where Has Fate Brought US?
We all entered the great hall ready to eat dinner when Professor Dumbledore stood up and made an announcement.
"Tomorrow we will be starting a new program. There has been a tragedy in our school earlier today. Ernie Macmillan is no longer with us," Dumbledore said solemnly.
Whispers up roared from everyone, I just sat there in shock, I never liked Ernie, but he didn't deserve to DIE.
He continued, his face grave. "Yes, but it was he who took his own life. So starting tomorrow you will have new schedule and a new class. The class will talk about teenage problems, and maybe help some of you." his head seemed to turn toward the Slytherin table, "The class is based on this event and other suicide actions. You may begin to eat."
I just got up and left I was not hungry anymore, things that have to do with death give me this feeling inside, I take medicine for that now because my heart almost stops beating when that happens. When Cedric died I fainted and almost died because of my heart. No one knows because they were too worried about what happened to Cedric that only McGonagall knows because she helped me. Now I have to take medicine for it.
I finally reached my dormitory and went to sleep.
In the morning I woke up, got dressed, and got my new schedule, I was still a little bit sick so I skipped breakfast. I took a look at the schedule:
SATURDAY
Lunch 11:30-12:10
Suicide meeting 12:30-2:00
Great I have that class after lunch on Saturdays, How WONDERFUL! They couldn't fit in my class during the week so I HAVE to do it on Saturdays! GREAT! I sigh, realizing that today was Saturday.
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I walked in to the classroom where the meeting was being held.
The room did not consist of desks but couches in a circle around the room. Almost everyone was there already. They class consisted of a weird assortment of kids. On the plaid couch closest to the fireplace was Ginny, I went and sat with her because it is just easier for me to mingle with her than the others there. Squished on a BRIGHT pink couch, first time I have ever seen a pink piece of furniture at Hogwarts, were 4 first years from Hufflepuff. Then on a forest green couch across the room was Draco Malfoy alone sitting with his arms crossed glaring into the fire.
Professor McGonagall walked in and shut the door then locked it with a spell proof lock.
"Nice to see you all," She said. "Sorry you had to come on a Saturday, but your the last few that we needed a spot for and on Saturday is the only time we could do it. Now this is a class on suicide. Nothing any one says will leave this room or suspension will be your fate. Can any one tell me why we have this class?" She glanced around the room. No one budged. Her eyes landed on Malfoy. "Mr. Malfoy can you tell me what you think about this event?"
"That stupid git, Ernie thought his life sucked and killed himself because of it. He was wrong, you know… he thought his life was horrible but it wasn't. He had what I like to call 'a god life'. Unlike some people who have no point, they are much like ghosts… not really paid attention to; they are there only to be made fun of. Some people are here only to make other people's lives miserable. Some peoples' lives are just fucked up."
"Mr. Malfoy, I don't approve of swearing. But, you are right and wrong at the same time. You are right that it wasn't right for Ernie to take his life and you are wrong about some peoples' lives being pointless. Everyone's' life is important. Why do you have such strong thoughts about life being pointless?" McGonagall asked, looking at Malfoy. Was that a look of concern? Worry, maybe?
"Malfoy, I would like you to tell me what is bothering you NOW!"
He showed no sign that the question had been received by his ears and flowed into his brain. Yet again his trance was broken and he looked down at the floor.
"I was looking forward to coming to Hogwarts this year. I would get to go away from my family. They don't care about me. Sure, I can get whatever I want, but in return my soul is sold to Voldemort. I don't get to choose my future, or my life. The only time I do get a chance to make decisions is when I am here. Only, I'm still not happy because here everyone hates me, all most three fourths of the school hates me just because I am in Slytherin. They don't understand me at all. And the people in my house, they never speak to me… ever, unless they're sucking up, which doesn't count. So the way I express my feelings is through being mean to the ones who all talk behind my back.
Crabbe and Goyle… they are just there, they rarely speak to me. They follow me around just to make me feel better. I have never had anyone actually love me or have a real friend. The truth is… I am USED! My parents use me to pay Voldemort back… they don't love me. My friends just like because they feel SORRY! My life is a waste and no one does anything or can do anything to help. I want to LEAVE this world." He said this all very fast; as if when he started he couldn't stop. His words were exploding with emotion. He looked up from ground back into the fire.
"Draco, I am so sorry you feel that way. I can help you...." McGonagall started but was quickly interrupted by Malfoy.
"Everyone thinks they can help. They are wrong. No one can help. No one gets it, life has no point, and if it does then it is a stupid one because the only thing that all living things have in common is sex. Humans are just more advanced and have developed feelings. Feelings are our advantage and our weakness. And NEVER SAY you're having a bad day, because my whole life is a bad day. I woke up when I was born and when I die the day will end and a better one will start afterwards. That is why I did this." and he showed us his wrists with little pink lines running across them. His eyes were closed, as if it pained him to look at the scars.
McGonagall looked at him in shock. "Draco, I want to speak to you later about this matter. As for all of you I want you to tell him one thing that makes his life meaningful for homework. Speak to no one about this meeting, you may speak to each other in private, no one who is not present in this room is to know about anything we've talked about. Good bye now."
She stood up and unlocked the door. We all piled out of there as fast as we could, but she stopped Draco and talked to him as we all walked down the hall.
Ginny and I walked in silence to the common room. McGonagall had let us out about and hour early, the place was deserted of life. People were off doing recreational activities on the grounds and in the great hall. We sat on the velvet red couch closest to the fire. Ginny chose the seat, she must have something with sitting near a fire.
"I think it is kind of sad that Draco feels his life is horrible." I said to her looking at my wrists very carefully. It felt odd to call him be his first name… but I felt that after this, he deserved it.
Ginny replied while drawing on the couch "Yeah, I didn't know he felt like that. We should try to cheer him up. May be do something for him to make him feel cared for, so he doesn't try to...hurt himself again."
A/N~POOR DRACO! oh well . i didnt do to much to this chapter. the next chapter will be a master peice though.
I give you.......................From Where Has Fate Brought US?
We all entered the great hall ready to eat dinner when Professor Dumbledore stood up and made an announcement.
"Tomorrow we will be starting a new program. There has been a tragedy in our school earlier today. Ernie Macmillan is no longer with us," Dumbledore said solemnly.
Whispers up roared from everyone, I just sat there in shock, I never liked Ernie, but he didn't deserve to DIE.
He continued, his face grave. "Yes, but it was he who took his own life. So starting tomorrow you will have new schedule and a new class. The class will talk about teenage problems, and maybe help some of you." his head seemed to turn toward the Slytherin table, "The class is based on this event and other suicide actions. You may begin to eat."
I just got up and left I was not hungry anymore, things that have to do with death give me this feeling inside, I take medicine for that now because my heart almost stops beating when that happens. When Cedric died I fainted and almost died because of my heart. No one knows because they were too worried about what happened to Cedric that only McGonagall knows because she helped me. Now I have to take medicine for it.
I finally reached my dormitory and went to sleep.
In the morning I woke up, got dressed, and got my new schedule, I was still a little bit sick so I skipped breakfast. I took a look at the schedule:
SATURDAY
Lunch 11:30-12:10
Suicide meeting 12:30-2:00
Great I have that class after lunch on Saturdays, How WONDERFUL! They couldn't fit in my class during the week so I HAVE to do it on Saturdays! GREAT! I sigh, realizing that today was Saturday.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I walked in to the classroom where the meeting was being held.
The room did not consist of desks but couches in a circle around the room. Almost everyone was there already. They class consisted of a weird assortment of kids. On the plaid couch closest to the fireplace was Ginny, I went and sat with her because it is just easier for me to mingle with her than the others there. Squished on a BRIGHT pink couch, first time I have ever seen a pink piece of furniture at Hogwarts, were 4 first years from Hufflepuff. Then on a forest green couch across the room was Draco Malfoy alone sitting with his arms crossed glaring into the fire.
Professor McGonagall walked in and shut the door then locked it with a spell proof lock.
"Nice to see you all," She said. "Sorry you had to come on a Saturday, but your the last few that we needed a spot for and on Saturday is the only time we could do it. Now this is a class on suicide. Nothing any one says will leave this room or suspension will be your fate. Can any one tell me why we have this class?" She glanced around the room. No one budged. Her eyes landed on Malfoy. "Mr. Malfoy can you tell me what you think about this event?"
"That stupid git, Ernie thought his life sucked and killed himself because of it. He was wrong, you know… he thought his life was horrible but it wasn't. He had what I like to call 'a god life'. Unlike some people who have no point, they are much like ghosts… not really paid attention to; they are there only to be made fun of. Some people are here only to make other people's lives miserable. Some peoples' lives are just fucked up."
"Mr. Malfoy, I don't approve of swearing. But, you are right and wrong at the same time. You are right that it wasn't right for Ernie to take his life and you are wrong about some peoples' lives being pointless. Everyone's' life is important. Why do you have such strong thoughts about life being pointless?" McGonagall asked, looking at Malfoy. Was that a look of concern? Worry, maybe?
"Malfoy, I would like you to tell me what is bothering you NOW!"
He showed no sign that the question had been received by his ears and flowed into his brain. Yet again his trance was broken and he looked down at the floor.
"I was looking forward to coming to Hogwarts this year. I would get to go away from my family. They don't care about me. Sure, I can get whatever I want, but in return my soul is sold to Voldemort. I don't get to choose my future, or my life. The only time I do get a chance to make decisions is when I am here. Only, I'm still not happy because here everyone hates me, all most three fourths of the school hates me just because I am in Slytherin. They don't understand me at all. And the people in my house, they never speak to me… ever, unless they're sucking up, which doesn't count. So the way I express my feelings is through being mean to the ones who all talk behind my back.
Crabbe and Goyle… they are just there, they rarely speak to me. They follow me around just to make me feel better. I have never had anyone actually love me or have a real friend. The truth is… I am USED! My parents use me to pay Voldemort back… they don't love me. My friends just like because they feel SORRY! My life is a waste and no one does anything or can do anything to help. I want to LEAVE this world." He said this all very fast; as if when he started he couldn't stop. His words were exploding with emotion. He looked up from ground back into the fire.
"Draco, I am so sorry you feel that way. I can help you...." McGonagall started but was quickly interrupted by Malfoy.
"Everyone thinks they can help. They are wrong. No one can help. No one gets it, life has no point, and if it does then it is a stupid one because the only thing that all living things have in common is sex. Humans are just more advanced and have developed feelings. Feelings are our advantage and our weakness. And NEVER SAY you're having a bad day, because my whole life is a bad day. I woke up when I was born and when I die the day will end and a better one will start afterwards. That is why I did this." and he showed us his wrists with little pink lines running across them. His eyes were closed, as if it pained him to look at the scars.
McGonagall looked at him in shock. "Draco, I want to speak to you later about this matter. As for all of you I want you to tell him one thing that makes his life meaningful for homework. Speak to no one about this meeting, you may speak to each other in private, no one who is not present in this room is to know about anything we've talked about. Good bye now."
She stood up and unlocked the door. We all piled out of there as fast as we could, but she stopped Draco and talked to him as we all walked down the hall.
Ginny and I walked in silence to the common room. McGonagall had let us out about and hour early, the place was deserted of life. People were off doing recreational activities on the grounds and in the great hall. We sat on the velvet red couch closest to the fire. Ginny chose the seat, she must have something with sitting near a fire.
"I think it is kind of sad that Draco feels his life is horrible." I said to her looking at my wrists very carefully. It felt odd to call him be his first name… but I felt that after this, he deserved it.
Ginny replied while drawing on the couch "Yeah, I didn't know he felt like that. We should try to cheer him up. May be do something for him to make him feel cared for, so he doesn't try to...hurt himself again."
A/N~POOR DRACO! oh well . i didnt do to much to this chapter. the next chapter will be a master peice though.