Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, he always hated that name, it reminded him that people died for him or because of him. His parents, he never knew his parents, they died too soon, and they died for him. People had never bothered to talk to him, not even Ron and Hermione. They never could understand what he feels. Pain. That's all he feels. Pain because he never asked to be the Chosen One, it never was his choice. He was only 16 years old and he's been through things that people could only imagine. He found ways to feel anything other than pain, cutting, smoking, drinking, and recently he started writing his problems, because no one would want to listen to his problems.
July 31 1996
"I've always hated this day, what's so grand about turning another year older? The only thing decent is being one year closer to death. I'm 16. Great. At least this year I don't have to be around anyone, I'm quite enjoying my birthday so far, on the edge of a skyscraper in London, a quite tall skyscraper at that, one wrong move and I fall…"
September 1 1996, beginning of 6th year
Ron and Hermione are discussing their encounter with Draco Malfoy and his mother, Narcissa Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy was in Azkaban due to what happened last year in the Department of Mysteries
"Honestly I thought he would've learned his lesson when you punched him!" Hermione and Ron both were annoyed and slightly red, Malfoy had called her a "mudblood"… again
"I would do it again, but you know, 'his father will hear about it" Hermione rolled her eyes and crossed her arms and sunk into her seat
"Doubt it, he's in Azkaban, reckon they'd mistake him for his father if he went to visit"
Hermione and Ron giggled
Harry wasn't paying attention to their conversation, he was too busy falling asleep
"Hello? Harry? Wake up." Hermione used her gentle voice, she knows how Harry gets annoyed if anyone tries to wake him up, Ron however did not know
"Oi Harry!" Ron shouted
Harry jumped and shot Ron an annoyed glare
"Morning! Try to stay awake, we'll be at Hogwarts soon"
Harry groaned
Skip to October 31 1996, 9pm
As Harry was walking to his dorm he looked up and noticed something, Draco Malfoy was walking opposite side of him and he looked… sad?
He looked as though he hadn't slept in days, he was walking crooked, like he was going to pass out, and he looked very pale, even more pale than usual, Harry recognized these symptoms, because they happen to him, though he sleeps alright, not alright actually, he sleeps too much, but after he cuts and loses a lot of blood
He stopped walking and asked;
"Um Malfoy?"
Malfoy had also stopped walking and turned to face his enemy;
"What Potter?" now Harry knew something was wrong with him, this isn't the Malfoy that always has something sarcastic to say, this was a broken boy
"Are you ok? You're not acting like yourself lately." Harry had just realized what he said, why is he being thoughtful and gentle to Malfoy?
"Why would you care about what's happening to me? You wouldn't understand." His voice sounded completely different, almost like he was crying.
He turned back and continued walking until he reached the end of the hall, he quickly peeked to see if Harry was there, and he still was, he gasped and ran to the Astronomy Tower hoping that he didn't see him, but he did.
He thought he was going to get a snarky reply, he was surprised at his reply, and he felt something, he felt sorry for him, but this was his enemy, why did he feel sorry?
He decided to follow him, because for some reason, for some god damn reason, he wanted to know what was happening to his enemy
When Malfoy arrived at the Astronomy Tower he took his tie off and threw it from the tower, he took off his sweater and thought about throwing it but didn't, he put it beside him
Harry almost reached the tower when he heard a loud snap, Malfoy had thrown his wand with force at the wall, not caring if it had just broken, then Harry heard something he never thought he would hear from Draco Malfoy, he was crying
Harry tried his best to not be heard but Malfoy heard him
"Potter I know it's you what do you want?" Malfoy wiped his tears as he spoke
Harry walked in and stood in front of him, he had his back to the wall and had his knees to his chest
"I just wanted to know what's wrong" Harry sounded sincere, he would never talk to Malfoy in this gentle way, and Malfoy didn't understand
"I already told you, you wouldn't care or understand, please leave." Malfoy wanted to be alone, because hasn't he been alone his whole life
"Malfoy, don't you think if I didn't care I wouldn't be here?" Harry tried to get a bit closer
"Potter I've been horrible to you since we met, just leave!" Malfoy was starting to get annoyed that Harry wouldn't listen, he stood up and pointed to the exit; "LEAVE! Now."
Harry stood silent
"If you're not going to leave then I will."
Just as he was about to leave Harry grabbed his wrist, Malfoy winced
"Let. Go. Now" Malfoy growled
Harry let go and let him leave, he rolled his eyes and sat down, staring at the night sky, he rubbed his eyes, and noticed something, blood, his right hand had blood smeared on it, and it wasn't his, his sleeves were completely white… "No."
He got up and ran out of the tower, he went to go look for Malfoy, and he found him walking very slowly, and again crooked
"MALFOY!" Harry shouted and Draco stopped walking, he didn't turn around he just spoke
"What do you want, I told you to leave me alone!"
Harry ran up to him to face him, he could see in the light that he's been crying, he grabbed his wrist and could see blood on his white sleeve, or sleeves, he was bleeding from both arms
Harry opened his mouth to say something but rather than talking he grabbed Malfoy's hand and dragged him back to the Astronomy Tower
"You are going to tell me why your sleeves are soaking in blood!" Harry ordered
"Potter I hate you and you hate me, why the hell would I tell you something this personal, nobody in the whole word knows!" Malfoy exclaimed
"Besides, you don't understand what I'm going though, you're always happy."
"Malfoy, I am not happy. People have died for me or because of me, do you think that makes me feel good? It doesn't, I am not happy, I don't know how it feels to be happy, I will never be happy."
It almost sounded like Harry was crying
"Do you even know what day today is?" It's clear that Harry was starting to tear up
"It's Hallowe'en." Draco replied
"Yes. To everyone it's Hallowe'en, to me… I hate this day so much… today… it's been 15 years since my parents died."
"Potter I didn't know, I'm… sorry."
Harry rubbed his eyes, he was staring at the floor, but did he just hear those words, was he imagining?
"Did Draco Malfoy just apologize?"
Draco laughed; "Did Harry Potter just call me by my first name?"
Harry sarcastically gasped, "Did Draco Malfoy just call someone by their first name?"
"Hey I call my friends by their first name!"
Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy were laughing, not at each other, but together
"Harry... do you want to be my friend?"
"Sure… Draco"
