Summary: Harry has a secrect, he is dying and it not from moldypants, but from cancer. No one knoowingws excepct Draco Malfoy his long time friend can he help Harry live before he dies or will he lose not only his best friend but his lover?
Disclamer: Bows to J.K.Rowlling the owner and writer of Harry Potter Series
More bowing ' Hail to Mrs. Rowlling for she is amazing for writing Harryy potter
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okay I'm good now so this is my first fic and well yea so review when you are down they are a lot of help
And on with the story
Harry sat there looking out the hogwarts exspress window, time seamed to go by slow for Harry. He knew he had only a short wheil of life left. His glamors covered the many brusies and sick look he had came to have. When he was thriteen he was dignosed with luckmia. A desise that would slowly kill him if a cure was not found. Harry sighed, even though he was fiveteen he knew and seamed to be ready for death. But deep down he was scared, he wasn't ready to die.
The yelling that Hermiony and Ron were doing where giving him a masive headake. Finally he gave up and yelled, "Will you two stop and kiss already!" he was done with their fighting, but it did get them to shut up and turn a nice shade of red. " Um, Harry thats not really necary, I need to do perfect duties so, um yea." Hermoniey all but squeked. She then dashed out of the compartment. Ron just mubbled something about a bath room and then he too sliped out of the room. Harry sighed in relife, let his head fall aginst the cool glass.
At the sound of his compartment door sliding open he lift his head to see who was there. Draco stood there