Summary: after the war everybody is back to Hogwarts for their 7th year. but something is wrong with Potter as he is steadily edging towards suicide. Draco intends to find out what the problem is and help Potter if he & Harry friendship. LUNA/HARRY. RON/HERMIONE . ..

DISCLAIMER. it all belongs to J K Rowling.

Draco turned around a corner and ran into one Harry James Potter. "watch it, Potter!"

Harry just hung his head and kept moving. Draco stared at the Gryffindor's back with thoughtfulness. Ever since the war had ended and they had come back to Hogwarts to complete their seventh year potter had been like this.

Dull.

Quiet.

Boring.

And most of all unhappy. No, more than unhappy he was going shallow. It was a bit like survivor's guilt, Draco mused. But this was not the worst part. The worst part began when whole of Gryffindor house and lately whole Hogwarts was catching on with their savior's situation .they were all eager to help but in their eagerness they were doing more harm than good. He was shunning human society more and more.

At breakfast and during classes he could catch Hermione and Weasley throwing fearful glances at potter. He seemed detached to them even. His friendship and frankness to them all seemed like a part of the past. And also his rivalry and dueling with Draco.

Nothing revived the boy who lived; nothing distracted him from his thoughts and losses. The only time they saw him relaxed and smiling was when he was around his godson, teddy. He remained quiet all the time. After the battle he had not made up with the Weasley girl as everyone had thought. Well, Draco drew a deep breath, something needed to be done.

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"Hey Potter!"

Harry didn't stop on his way to breakfast. He didn't even seem to have noticed that someone was calling him. Draco cursed under his breath. He had been waiting for the git to come out of his ruddy tower for a quarter of an hour now. The Gryffindors shot him wary glances as they filed past him. He nodded towards Granger and Weasley. Hermione smiled a small smile and then dragged her feet towards the great hall. Harry came after everyone had gone.

He looked as messy as always. His hair as unkempt as the very first day Draco had seen him. His eyes had huge bags under them and his robes flung oddly about him. He was going scrawny. Draco held his breath. Through the years he had come to respect this man. This stupid brave git. This wallowing idiot!

"oi Harry!"

Potter turned when Malfoy laid a hand on his shoulder and jerked him back. No fight. No recognition in his clear green eyes. "Harry?" Malfoy asked a little tentatively. Harry just shrugged in return and made to walk away.

"HARRY BLODDY POTTER!"

Harry stopped in his tracks. Been a while since Malfoy used that tone with him. And as much as Malfoy detested it he didn't want to use that tone with potter. Like the way he looked, all one had to do was to poke a finger on his chest and he would break. Yes, he looked that fragile.

"What, Malfoy?"

"What is your bloody problem, Potter? Would you stop MOPING already?"

Harry winced "none of your BLOODY business Malfoy"

"Hell its my business! I thought you were supposed to be the savior, well, look around you. The whole school is falling apart because the scarhead here doesn't feel like being happy!"

"Don't talk to me about what people want of me!" harry snapped. A look of annoyance flitting his features. "I did what was asked of me okay? Now leave me the hell alone!"

He walked away. Malfoy seethed. How dare he?

"Yes do that Potter, walk away. Because that exactly how you deal with your little guilts and your fears"

Harry stopped again but now when he turned his face was contorted with rage.

"I said I did what was asked of me! I killed not one many persons. I – people died for me! They loved me, and they died for me. And I am freaking alive when I don't want to take another breath! You think I can't see how everybody is reacting to me? Well I do Malfoy!" he spit the name out I spite "all my life I had this sword hung over my head. I had to die or be the murderer. I accepted it okay? I accepted it that is why I walked to my own death in the forbidden forest that night. Your mother saw me, didn't she? Or she didn't tell her pampered little son about the more horrifying details as to how your dark lord crucioed me after he killed me! I accepted the idea of my death, I even welcomed it. It would have been a relief, but I came back! Why? For you, all of you! I was better off dead but i chose to live a long miserable life so the world could be at peace. And now that you have your peace, leave me to mine!"

Draco stood petrified. He never imagined Potter had so much contempt so much despair in him. He thought that if he could make him talk a little he would eventually come around. After taking a deep breath he looked around in the deserted corridor, potter was long gone. Thinking very fast, Draco left to look for Hermione Granger.

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