Chapter 1

If someone had known that my whole life would have revolved around pain, I would have put me out of my misery and just killed me point-blank. However, of course, unless your name is Luna Lovegod or a time-travelling seer from the future, then it just isn't possible to do it regardless.

I grabbed a piece of paper from within the second-hand and hardly even used the notebook and began to write either what would be my suicide letter of confession or my will or even better a letter with a simple sentence written on it saying.

I hope the dark side wins the war and that the order of the Pheonix dies a painfully slow death and also I Harrison James Potter leaves everything to Voldemort aka Tom Riddle, Lucius Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, Severus Snape, Hermione Granger, Luna Lovegod, Fred, George, Bill, Arthur and Charlie Weasley, Neville Longbottom. For Albus to the many damned names and outrageous titles, I at this moment leave you with nothing, the same goes for Molly Weasley-Nee Prewitt, Ronald, and Ginevra Weasley.

The final will to Harry James Potter is complete.

I laughed inwardly at the thought of someone from the dark, seeing this and taking it to the Gringotts as my last will.

Wouldn't that be a kicker, I began to cough harshly, my throat coughing up mucus and blood along the side the coughing fit I've been having for the past few days.

I would say I am afraid of dying, but then I would be telling a big lie because I want death to come to get me.

I want to go to sleep knowing that I will never wake up again feeling like my back is going to split or how my ribs aren't going to heal unless I rebreak and then realign them correctly.

My blackout from the loss of feeling in my body that I know its slow but not too slow is beginning to shut itself down from all the injuries caused this summer by the Dursleys, and I welcome the feeling of darkness washing over me like a comforting dream.

Draco Malfoy Pov

It was stupid to say that we were dating when the truth was that while we had thought about dating, we knew it would never honestly work out as we felt more like brothers than we ever would boyfriends.

So we decided to stay close friends almost like true brothers in secret me being the older and he being his younger childlike self.

Looking back in my life I wish I had been raised differently and not the way that my b*tch of a mother did well more like didn't and just passed me off to the house elves to increase.

My father and papa were always trying to be there for me, but I knew that even though they wanted to, they were too busy to be able to come home still.

When I needed them, so I stopped asking them about stuff and telling them my wishful stories of having a sibling or siblings and telling them all the things my siblings and I would have done together.

Until Harry and I indeed became secret friends, I didn't let people see my true feelings and act like I was expected to in this pureblood community I was raised to live in and become when I was old enough to go and do so on my own.

He was not what I expected him to be like and when I finally saw that for the truth it was then that we decided, that maybe we could have a small do over and introduce ourselves properly to one another.

Just like that, we were secret friends, almost brothers after we told each other everything that went on behind the theatre's curtains and realised that even though we grew up in different worlds.

We weren't that unlike in fact, while it seemed like it was all great in school, how we acted out of it was like an entirely new person.

I begged Harry to let me tell someone I had known could have at least made an effort to try and help like my godfather Severus.

However, all he did was laugh bitterly and say that he wouldn't believe a word of what I tell him and that he only thinks of me as my father's carbon copy from my looks down to my attitude in attention-seeking.

I thought up a list of people I knew I could tell who would help, but he refused to listen to even one name that was listed stating that he was fine and didn't need the help that I was offering.

I knew it was a lie, but part of me still believed him because I couldn't help feeling like if I understood hard enough, it would become the real truth, but I should have seen through that lie and called him for it but I couldn't, and I didn't know why. When I got off the couch, I was sitting staring at the burning flames as they licked the wood like a hungry wolf, eating it preyed fresh after they killed it.

Moreover, I cried more than I have since I was a young child who waited for both his papa and father to come home and hug him and tell them they loved him more than the simple jobs they had to do and that they would never leave him ever again.

Until it never happened and that wish became smaller and smaller till it was locked away in the back of my mind along with the stories that I used to rant and rave about.

They are stored inside that boxed trunk with the locks on it and are never to be seen in the light of day ever again. I felt like everything that was weighing me down from being honest was finally disappearing and remembered what Harry had once said, a muggle once quoted:

"When you hate, the only person that suffers is you because most of the people you hate don't know and the rest don't care." By Medgar Evers

which at the time didn't make any sense to me at all, I thought he had lost his mind and gone starkly mad.

So what do you all think of these chapter updates will not be posted at regular times more online when I am in the writing ready to do so mode I will do so with the best effort I can.

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