The Last Five Months

By

Love'sDaughter

Disclaimer: Harry doesn't belong to me. *sniff, sniff*

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Chapter 10

Tears

Draco heard the creak of footsteps and quickly shut the diary as the door opened.

"Draco? Are you about ready to go?" Severus asked his godson from the door.

"Ye-yeah! Almost! Give me half an hour," Draco told Severus.

"That doesn't sound like almost ready to me," Severus sighed tiredly. "Everyone will be here in two hours, and then the funerals at two."

"Okay," Draco said quietly after being reminded of Harry's death.

Severus began to turn away and shut the door, and then heard a muffled sob coming from the room Draco was in. He slowly turned back and saw the orphaned sixteen-year-old sobbing into one of the black pillows.

"Draco…" Severus began, still hesitating at the door.

"Go away," Malfoy choked out.

Making up his mind, Severus walked over to the bed and sat down next to his godson. Draco turned and Severus wrapped his arms around the teen.

"I-I-I just ca-can't believe he's go-gone, and th-the mudblood, too," Malfoy sobbed.

Severus felt the unshed tears welling up in his own eyes as he held the recently orphaned child, but held them back until he was alone. "I know, Draco," he whispered.

Sometime during the time he was crying, Draco felt Harry's diary under the pillow he was holding onto. Discreetly, so he didn't upset his godfather because he took it, Malfoy grabbed the small book and put it into Snape's pajama pocket. Thankfully, the man didn't notice the added weight in his pocket, and kept on hugging Draco.

Finally, Severus pulled away. "I guess I'd better be getting ready as well," he said awkwardly.

"Yeah," Malfoy agreed quietly. "I'll get ready as well."

Severus left the room and got ready. He finished in twenty minutes, and decided that he had time for some more of the diary before he and Draco had to go up to greet people for the funerals and memorial service that was being held.

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May 30, 1996 (Wed.)

Dear Diary,

Wow, I haven't written in almost a week. Mal-Draco's been in the hospital. It wasn't a full moon, but Greyback was there, and he scratched him up pretty bad, even though he was he wasn't transformed at the time. Madam Pomfrey said that she'll be able to fix him, but there might be scars left over. Malfoy's been unconscious in the hospital wing for forever, though. Pomfrey knocked him out with a strong sleeping draught, because if he was awake, he'd be in massive amounts of pain, since of how hurt his organs got. I can't believe that Greyback did that much damage when he wasn't a werewolf. This is all my fault. I wish that I would just drop dead now and save everyone of having to deal with me as a burden for another two and a half months. I'm just a stupid freak; my uncle was right.

No, I shouldn't be thinking like this. Dad would be so mad if he knew.

Harry

June 4, 1996 (Mon.)

Dear Diary,

I just don't know what to do anymore. Malfoy's still not awake. Madam Pomfrey is starting to think that he got hit by a spell as well as getting scratched up by Greyback. Dad made me go back to classes today. I've been just hanging around in Dad and my rooms, in the hospital wing, or just wandering outside. Why did the ferret even come with me? It's not like he likes me; we're enemies! And now he's hurt, and it's all my fault. Everyone around me gets hurt or dies. Mum and Dad, him, Malfoy. And then there's lots of other people I've hurt by not getting rid of Voldemort fast enough.

Harry

June 5, 1996 (Tues.)

Dear Diary,

I still can't believe he's gone. It hurts so much. My chest feels like it wants to explode whenever I think about him. Merlin, I'm pathetic. I can't even write his name. Or even say it. Or have it mentioned around me. I can't pay attention in class, no matter how hard I try. Every single word I hear or thing I see reminds me of him. I've gotten four detentions in the last two days, and Da-Snape says I need to shape up, and realize that 'that mangy mutt' got himself killed, and I need to move on. I hate him. I hate him. He has no idea what it's like to lose someone that close to you. Snape's probably never had a single friend in his life.

Harry

June 8, 1996 (Fri.)

Dear Diary,

I didn't mean any of those things I wrote about Dad. I was mad at him, and I saw his Pensieve, and I went in. He was best friends with my mum, and my dad and Sirius bullied him a lot. I felt really bad after I looked at some of his memories, so I went and apologized. Ron thinks I'm stupid, because I told him about something I did that could get me in trouble when Dad didn't know about it. I didn't get in trouble, though; Dad said that he was sorry for not telling me that he was friends with my mum. I'm surprised he didn't get mad at me. Maybe he was just too tired from dealing with the last lessons of the year and having Malfoy in the hospital wing. Only a week left of school! Night,

Harry

June 10, 1996 (Sun.)

Dear Diary,

I got in a lot of trouble with Dad yesterday. I don't even know why he got so mad; I don't think what I did was bad enough to make him yell at me like that. He scared me, a lot. I thought that he was going to hit me, for a minute. That's how uncle Vernon looks when he's mad. All I was doing was doodling in one of my books and making notes in it. I thought he'd be happy to see me actually going over my notes for the year. Hermione was really happy when she saw me actually studying for Transfiguration (though I don't know why McGonagall's giving us a test this late in the year- N.E.W.T.s are over! Dad just exploded when he saw me after supper when I went to ask him for help on my Charms essay. I listened to his yelling about "destroying good books" for a few minutes, but then ran out while he was still shouting. I don't want Dad to see me cry. Merlin, I'm pathetic. I went out to the lake after I ran away from Dad, because I didn't want to go back to the dorm. Ginny found me after about an hour. Gin's awesome, I'm glad she doesn't fancy me anymore and is my friend. She seemed to know that I didn't want to talk, so she just sat down on the grass next to me and didn't say anything. We ended up falling asleep out there.

This morning, I got in even more trouble. Apparently, Ron noticed that I hadn't come back to the dorm at two in the morning and wasn't in the common room, so he told Hermione (who was still up studying) who told McGonagall, who told my dad and sent out search parties for me and Ginny, who had also discovered as missing. Gin and I woke up at eight and went back to our dorms, and had gotten ready and down to breakfast before anyone found us. Mrs. Weasley sent a howler to me and Ginny. Guess I'm not as lucky as in second year, where only Ron got yelled at. After that, Dad gave Ginny and me a detention. He didn't yell, though, and said sorry for yelling. Hermione got mad at me to, and said that "Voldemort's still out there, Harry, and he could have killed you and none of us would ever know." She was crying, so I spent a while with her. I'm usually not good with crying girls, but Hermione is…Hermione. It's a bit awkward, but I love her, so I tried to just hug her.

June 12, 1996 (Tues.)

Dear Diary,

Malfoy woke up today! I got called out of Charms when he started to wake up, and got up there right when he opened his eyes. The first thing he said to me was "Why do I have to see your ugly face first thing when I open my eyes, Potter?" He's a git. But at least he's awake! He's lucky he doesn't have to go to classes the rest of the year. Granted, there's only three and a half days left anyway, but still…I think I failed my Transfiguration test. Guess I'll find out tomorrow.

Harry

June 13, 1996 (Wed.)

Dear Diary,

I told Hermione I love her today. It just sort of came out after I kissed her goodnight. She started crying, and I panicked and asked if she didn't want me to love her, and that I'd never say it again if only she wouldn't break up with me and stop being my friend. She laughed and said that she was crying because she's happy, and that she loves me too. Hermione Jean Granger loves me, Harry Potter! Oh, and I got and O on my Transfiguration test!

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A/N: Here's another chapter! I hope you liked it. I got a lot of it typed yesterday, because it was raining, and I seem to write more in the rain. I don't know why it was raining, though; I live in California -CALIFORNIA- and it rained on May 25. I don't think that's supposed to be happening. On the bright side, it was sunny today, and there's only two days of school left until I never have to return to seventh grade again! Good riddance, frog and squid and eyeball dissections! Anyway, pretty please review, if you want to. And also, tell me if you see any mistakes…

~Love'sDaughter