Harry fled, straight to the seventh floor, uncaring of who might hear him. The door to the Room of Requirement appeared and he practically threw himself inside, not even questioning why it had opened without him making a request, and cast his cloak aside. Looking about wildly, he spotted a couch with several plump pillows and sat down, hard. Grabbing one, he screamed into it for countless minutes, letting out all the resentment and pain and betrayal before ripping the pillow to shreds and chucking the whole of it into the hearth, feeling no satisfaction as he watched the feathers and fabric catch fire.
Harry tried to breathe but couldn't seem to get enough oxygen in his lungs to keep his head from spinning. He tried to wrap his mind around the fact that Ginny, the woman he loved and idolized, the woman he had jumped in front of curses for and bled for, the woman who's face he wanted to see at the end of every night and first thing when he woke up, had come to detest him.
All the little pieces falling, shatter.
Shards of me,
Too sharp to put back together.
Too small to matter,
But big enough to cut me into so many little pieces.
Harry couldn't keep himself together any longer and let his fear and anxiety overwhelm him, bursting into heavy sobs. His head in his hands, he couldn't see a way out of the pit he had fallen into and despaired, knowing without any doubt left that there was no point to life anymore. Without someone to live and fight for, he would not survive Voldemort.
He raised his head and stared into the flames.That's the solution, he thought, feeling slightly mad.I can't fight anymore. I'm useless. I just have to leave it to Ron and Hermione now. Without me to take care of, they can fight without distraction and win. It's best for everyone if I go.
Grinning now that he knew his course of action, he grabbed the dagger that appeared on the couch next to him. He stared at the blade as it glittered in the firelight, and felt pleased that something so beautiful would help him end it. Without hesitation, he dragged the sharp edge down his left wrist, cutting as deep as he was able. He marveled as he felt no pain and fleetingly wondered if the dagger was magic before slicing into his right wrist.
Harry let the dagger drop to the floor and rested his head against the back of the sofa. He felt like he was floating and the screaming in his head was growing quieter. Harry smiled and sighed happily, shutting his eyes and letting everything go, just like Ginny had told him to.
And I bleed,
I bleed,
And I breathe,
I breathe no more.
Distantly, he thought he heard a roar of anger and struggled to open his eyes to see what was disturbing him. He couldn't seem to manage it and, deciding it was too much effort, resumed enjoying the detached feeling.
"Potter! Don't you fuckingdare, you inconsiderate piece of shit. Don't youdaredie on me! Potter! POTTER! HARRY!"
Harry forced himself to use his remaining energy to open his eyes and gazed drowsily up at Draco Malfoy. His sleeves were rolled up and he was frantically wrapping some sort of fabric around Harry's wrists, his face even paler than usual. He didn't seem to see Harry's eyes open and kept screaming at him.
"You useless idiot, do you have any idea what would happen with you gone? Do you think we're better off? The Dark Lord would win immediately, no one would be able to go on if you die.Iwouldn't be able to go on. Do you hear me, you bloody arsehole? I fucking love you. I can't lose you. Iwon't."
"You…" Harry whispered, and Draco's grey eyes shot to his, fear shining in their depths. "Maybe…I should have dreamed of you…" he sighed and closed his eyes again.
"HARRY!"
But I know the difference,
Between myself and my reflection.
I just can't help but to wonder,
Which of us do you love.
Song used is Breathe No More by Evanescence
I do not own song or characters of this fic.