Disclaimer: Unfortunately I do not own Harry Potter, (Otherwise Draco would be my best friend and Severus would my husband :P)

Authors Note: Second Chapter Up!! I'm so glad actually, and although the chapters are short they will build up eventually. Comments anyone?

Chapter 2: Harry

Harry James Potter defeated the Dark Lord Voldemort on Hallows Eve in his Seventh Year at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
No longer was he called 'The Boy Who Lived' nor 'The Chosen One', he was branded as 'The Saviour' of the wizarding world.

It didn't seem to count for much though; he was oft still hounded by the media and although they couldn't report anything bad about him, (after all, he was their salvation), they still liked to keep up to date with their favourite hero.

They didn't ever get an interview with Harry, and hounding him often insisted of standing at the gates of Hogwarts demanding to see him.
They never got in though, for Harry had become a recluse of sorts.

School had been cancelled that year and yet he still lived in the castle, and so his friends remained too.

Others remained, other war-heroes; each as unlikely as the next.
But although they knew Harry was in Hogwarts, nobody was actually sure where.

After the defeat of Voldemort, Harry fell into a deep and troublesome depression.

He felt guilty for the deaths of so many, both friend and foe. Harry had refused to accept his Order of Merlin, quoting something which his Godfather had once said regarding a relative, and giving a lot of gold.

All Harry had asked for when he had recovered from battle were that Ron, Hermione and Draco Malfoy, (Yes Draco Malfoy who had turned traitor to the Dark Side after the death of his mother) be given their own chocolate frog card.

It was the day that Albus Dumbledore was found dead that Harry took a turn for the worse.

For days at a time he would disappear off the Marauders Map.

Neither hair nor tail would be seen of him during his absences, and although Hermione Granger was absolutely positive where he was, she had no way of knowing how to get to him.

And so it went on.

Each day Harry would disappear to the room of requirement, as deduced by Hermione.

And each day Harry would sit in a room, resembling his own dormitory at Hogwarts.
Except his bedcovers were green with silver embroidery, and in the place where Ron's bed should have been sat an ebony desk with a black wicker chair.

Harry however, ignored these additions and chose to sit in the corner behind the door.
Every day, Harry would sit on the floor and re-enact the memory that he had seen in his fifth year.

He would sit monotonously and shoot down flies with his wand, unaware that he did infact have a companion in his crusade against the bugs.
He was unaware that in the depths of his misery, someone supported him. Someone most unexpected, and yet someone who it made sense for to be there for Harry in his time of depression.

Harry never acknowledged his presence, but it didn't matter because however much this person cared for Harry as a friend; he sadly accepted that Harry would never recover.

And he would cry for his...friend? He cried every day for Harry.
All he could do was to join Harry in his battle, in his seclusion. He could only sit by and listen to the unspoken words that were never said.

And in the long run it helped.

Occasionally, Harry would look up and see his companion; head bowed in glum thought.
And every so often Harry would sneak a look at the boy who had joined him, and he would see a mirror image of himself.

It was on one of the rare days that Harry wasn't hidden away in his sanctuary when he walked up to the boy and after tapping his hand politely on the boy's shoulder to gain his attention.

He leaned down and gripped the boy into a fierce hug and whispered a quiet,
'Thank you.'

And when the boy smiled, so did Harry.

And together as friends they recovered through their depression, and together they lived as friends.
Forever and a day.