Disclaimer: Not mine. It all belongs to J.K. Rowling.
Sleep.
Come taketh from me all that I have and deliver to me all that I desire, for dreams are the only way that i can hnave what I long to possess. I have a kind heart and a gentle soul but I find that both go wanting to often to let me smile. My life is one disaster after another and so tonight I will sleep a deep, deep sleep and tomorrow will never come.
Draco Malfoy penned this last note into his journal before closing it for the last time. His return to Hogwarts and life there had been horrific. Draco was now seen as weak where he was seen as strong before Dumbledore's death and it horrified him to both have to perform the Cruciatus curse and watch his classmates cast with glee. But these days of pain were soon to be over and whatever came next could only be better.
Draco had it all planned out, he had the perfect route up to the tower now known as the Lightening-Struck Tower, the tower where Dumbledore had died. He would go there unseen and untracable and at the stroke of midnight he would fly one last time. Draco had always loved the feeling of soaring through the air, it was the closest he had ever come to freedom. So, for his passage to eternal freedom Draco had chosen the vehicle that he loved the most, flight. Draco didn't want to consider what came next, where he would go, all he knew was that nothing could be worse than his life as it was now.
The time had come. Draco snuck up to that tower and perched on the edge of the battlements. As the clouds uncovered the moon Draco took one last look over the grounds of Hogwarts and tried to remember all he could. This was to be his last sight and it was a glorious one. The moonlight hit the great lake at such an angle that turned it into a pool of liquid onyx, not silver as many people would have thought to describe it. The dew on the grass caught the light and it looked as though the ground was covered with snow. One last look and Draco closed his eyes and prepared to jump.
"Don't jump," he heard someone whisper from behind him. "Don't you dare waste more drop of blood."
Draco turned cautiously and saw and angel standing in the doorway for a split second before he saw that this angel had dark red hair. Not an angel but a Weasley, the youngest and only female child.
"Why shouldn't I? What good have I ever done this world? Why stay when I can leave?"
"What good will you do the world if you leave it? You haven't made a difference yet, not like you could. I'll let you kill yourself but only after you've saved the life of another. Like I said, too much blood has already been wasted for a stupid cause."
"One life?" Draco asked, stepping down from the battlements.
"A life for a life, that's all I ask of you. After that I will leave you to die in peace."
Ginny turned and left and Draco was left staring after her.
"One life," he whispered and, glancing around the tower, he swept out, determined to save a life worthy of his own.