*This* represents a person's thoughts. "This" is talking.
*What will they think of me, when I'm found in the grass down below?
Will they change their thoughts of me; will their so-called adoration be turned into disgust, or even hate? I sure would like to know.*
Harry reached into his pocket and found the photo of his parents at their wedding. They were talking to Sirius. *My godfather. Oh Sirius, I'm sorry I have to let you down like this. I'm so sorry.*
"I'm in pain, Sirius…" He whispered to the photo, a tear trickling down his face. "I know it doesn't show, but I'm falling apart."
*I really can't take it any longer. I guess in a way, Voldemort has succeeded. He found out another way to kill me. He made my entire life so miserable that I'm about to end it by myself, no help required. Every year he draws nearer, hurting my friends and forcing me to confront danger after danger. He's so close now; I can feel him. In my scar, and I know he has already won.*
*Sometimes, when I'm in class, my writing fails me. I forget how to do it; I even drop the pen sometimes, not being able to hold it any longer. Thanks to this, my grades have gone from average to lousy. They know it's hard for me, but that doesn't change the fact that I can't even do my homework any more.*
*I don't know what else to do, I'm trapped in a corner and I'm loosing my grip. I'm going crazy, for fuck's sake! I don't wanna end up as some maniac locked up in St Mungo's! And I can't avoid the fact that Voldemort is catching up with me. At least I'm not going to let him have the pleasure to kill me, or for what I know, torture me to death. It's all going to end here, now, tonight.*
He had gone through a lot of effort to make it up there tonight. The teachers and his classmates were usually on his heals twenty-four seven. But thanks to his Invisibility Cloak he had sneaked out while everyone was asleep, and then found his way to the top tower at Hogwarts. At this tower there was a little balcony, on which he had climbed over the rail, and was now standing on the edge between life and death. *I must be like… at least two hundred feet from the ground,* he thought, gazing down at the Hogwarts grounds, fascinated by the view. *How come I never thought about this place before?*
Harry once again looked at the old picture in his hand. *I would meet my parents… I'm gonna do it now, or else it won't happen…* Harry leaned forward. *Just a little bit more, and it'll be over, it'll all be over. I shouldn't be that hard*
"That's it." He mumbled to himself.
And he let go. God, just the feeling of letting go… Harry let himself fall into the air, and he didn't hear the noise coming from behind him.
In a second, someone grabbed him. Someone grabbed his robes, then his arms, and quickly pulled him back over.
Harry was still in shock over actually jumping, and was only shaking violently in the arms of that someone who now had pinned him to the floor.
That someone, was Draco Malfoy. As soon as Harry lied safely on the bottom of the balcony, Draco stepped back with pure anger glowing in his pale face.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS THE MATTER WITH YOU!?" He yelled. Harry said nothing. He was just lying on the floor staring at his "saviour". He was going to get up again, but as soon as he made a move for it, Draco quickly pushed him back down and pinned his arms over his head.
"You were just going to jump, like that?! You were actually going to end your life as a splashed puddle on the ground, is that it?" He roared. Harry had never seen him this furious. What had just happened? Okay, so Draco had found him on his way of killing himself, and he had stopped him. He had actually pulled him back over?
And suddenly, he got angry himself.
Who did Draco think he was, making this so much harder than it had to be? What did he care anyway?
"It's my choice to end my life the way I wanna end it." Harry spat. When Draco heard this, his eyes grew wide with shock and fury.
"Bullshit!" He snapped, and stood up.
"That's fucking bullshit, Potter, and you know it! Did you ever stop to think about the rest of the world? All of those people putting their hopes in YOU to save them, to lead them against Voldemort! What do you would happen if the news spread that the Dark Lord defeated the ONLY person we thought could conquer him!?" Harry slowly stood up in front of Draco. The blond Slytherin was staring at him with his stormy grey eyes, hair pulled back and hands fisted by his sides.
"Why do you even care?" Harry asked, eyes wide in confusion. "I thought you would be happy to give a push over that edge!" Draco's eyes flashed.
"Oh believe me, Potter. If you were just some ordinary guy who didn't have the whole fucking wizard community relying on him, I would've been happy to THROW you over that edge!"
"Then I don't see what you've got to loose." Harry said in a challenging tone. "Come on, Malfoy, I know you want to do it so badly." He started walking towards the silver-haired boy with a daring face. "Just grab me and throw me over. It would be so easy, just getting rid of me once and for all. No one would know; it would still be my suicide. I know your father would be proud." Their faces were just inches apart now.
"How 'bout it, Ferret Boy?" Draco grabbed him by the collar pushed him up against the rail, holding him hard.
"Is this what you want, huh Potter?" Draco growled, pushing him even further over the rail. "You're telling me you're not scared? You're even more selfish than I ever thought you were!" But Harry just bent his head back and let the wind ruffle his black hair.
"Do it, Draco. Push me now." Draco flinched when he heard his first name. Harry reached up and tugged his shirt.
"DO IT! End my suffering!" With a scream of frustration Draco straightened up and threw Harry to the floor.
"YOU'RE A FUCKING MANIAC!" Harry landed in a heap and started quivering. As Draco stood towered over him, breathing heavily, he heard how Harry began sobbing. *Oh god…* he thought, seeing how the sobs shook Harry's entire body as he laid on the cold stone floor with his face down.
"Oh for Christ's sake, Harry…" Draco sank to his knees and pulled Harry's shaking body into his embrace. Harry couldn't help it. He wept against Draco's shirt, howls of pain escaping his mouth.
"I- I'm sorry!" He sobbed. Draco swallowed harshly and pulled him even closer in his arms, rocking him gently.
"Me too." He murmured, closing his eyes tightly.
A/N: Like it? Tell me. Hate it? Tell me. Want a sequel? Tell me!!
Sorry about my English skills, it's not my native language, but I'm going the best I can…
*What will they think of me, when I'm found in the grass down below?
Will they change their thoughts of me; will their so-called adoration be turned into disgust, or even hate? I sure would like to know.*
Harry reached into his pocket and found the photo of his parents at their wedding. They were talking to Sirius. *My godfather. Oh Sirius, I'm sorry I have to let you down like this. I'm so sorry.*
"I'm in pain, Sirius…" He whispered to the photo, a tear trickling down his face. "I know it doesn't show, but I'm falling apart."
*I really can't take it any longer. I guess in a way, Voldemort has succeeded. He found out another way to kill me. He made my entire life so miserable that I'm about to end it by myself, no help required. Every year he draws nearer, hurting my friends and forcing me to confront danger after danger. He's so close now; I can feel him. In my scar, and I know he has already won.*
*Sometimes, when I'm in class, my writing fails me. I forget how to do it; I even drop the pen sometimes, not being able to hold it any longer. Thanks to this, my grades have gone from average to lousy. They know it's hard for me, but that doesn't change the fact that I can't even do my homework any more.*
*I don't know what else to do, I'm trapped in a corner and I'm loosing my grip. I'm going crazy, for fuck's sake! I don't wanna end up as some maniac locked up in St Mungo's! And I can't avoid the fact that Voldemort is catching up with me. At least I'm not going to let him have the pleasure to kill me, or for what I know, torture me to death. It's all going to end here, now, tonight.*
He had gone through a lot of effort to make it up there tonight. The teachers and his classmates were usually on his heals twenty-four seven. But thanks to his Invisibility Cloak he had sneaked out while everyone was asleep, and then found his way to the top tower at Hogwarts. At this tower there was a little balcony, on which he had climbed over the rail, and was now standing on the edge between life and death. *I must be like… at least two hundred feet from the ground,* he thought, gazing down at the Hogwarts grounds, fascinated by the view. *How come I never thought about this place before?*
Harry once again looked at the old picture in his hand. *I would meet my parents… I'm gonna do it now, or else it won't happen…* Harry leaned forward. *Just a little bit more, and it'll be over, it'll all be over. I shouldn't be that hard*
"That's it." He mumbled to himself.
And he let go. God, just the feeling of letting go… Harry let himself fall into the air, and he didn't hear the noise coming from behind him.
In a second, someone grabbed him. Someone grabbed his robes, then his arms, and quickly pulled him back over.
Harry was still in shock over actually jumping, and was only shaking violently in the arms of that someone who now had pinned him to the floor.
That someone, was Draco Malfoy. As soon as Harry lied safely on the bottom of the balcony, Draco stepped back with pure anger glowing in his pale face.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS THE MATTER WITH YOU!?" He yelled. Harry said nothing. He was just lying on the floor staring at his "saviour". He was going to get up again, but as soon as he made a move for it, Draco quickly pushed him back down and pinned his arms over his head.
"You were just going to jump, like that?! You were actually going to end your life as a splashed puddle on the ground, is that it?" He roared. Harry had never seen him this furious. What had just happened? Okay, so Draco had found him on his way of killing himself, and he had stopped him. He had actually pulled him back over?
And suddenly, he got angry himself.
Who did Draco think he was, making this so much harder than it had to be? What did he care anyway?
"It's my choice to end my life the way I wanna end it." Harry spat. When Draco heard this, his eyes grew wide with shock and fury.
"Bullshit!" He snapped, and stood up.
"That's fucking bullshit, Potter, and you know it! Did you ever stop to think about the rest of the world? All of those people putting their hopes in YOU to save them, to lead them against Voldemort! What do you would happen if the news spread that the Dark Lord defeated the ONLY person we thought could conquer him!?" Harry slowly stood up in front of Draco. The blond Slytherin was staring at him with his stormy grey eyes, hair pulled back and hands fisted by his sides.
"Why do you even care?" Harry asked, eyes wide in confusion. "I thought you would be happy to give a push over that edge!" Draco's eyes flashed.
"Oh believe me, Potter. If you were just some ordinary guy who didn't have the whole fucking wizard community relying on him, I would've been happy to THROW you over that edge!"
"Then I don't see what you've got to loose." Harry said in a challenging tone. "Come on, Malfoy, I know you want to do it so badly." He started walking towards the silver-haired boy with a daring face. "Just grab me and throw me over. It would be so easy, just getting rid of me once and for all. No one would know; it would still be my suicide. I know your father would be proud." Their faces were just inches apart now.
"How 'bout it, Ferret Boy?" Draco grabbed him by the collar pushed him up against the rail, holding him hard.
"Is this what you want, huh Potter?" Draco growled, pushing him even further over the rail. "You're telling me you're not scared? You're even more selfish than I ever thought you were!" But Harry just bent his head back and let the wind ruffle his black hair.
"Do it, Draco. Push me now." Draco flinched when he heard his first name. Harry reached up and tugged his shirt.
"DO IT! End my suffering!" With a scream of frustration Draco straightened up and threw Harry to the floor.
"YOU'RE A FUCKING MANIAC!" Harry landed in a heap and started quivering. As Draco stood towered over him, breathing heavily, he heard how Harry began sobbing. *Oh god…* he thought, seeing how the sobs shook Harry's entire body as he laid on the cold stone floor with his face down.
"Oh for Christ's sake, Harry…" Draco sank to his knees and pulled Harry's shaking body into his embrace. Harry couldn't help it. He wept against Draco's shirt, howls of pain escaping his mouth.
"I- I'm sorry!" He sobbed. Draco swallowed harshly and pulled him even closer in his arms, rocking him gently.
"Me too." He murmured, closing his eyes tightly.
A/N: Like it? Tell me. Hate it? Tell me. Want a sequel? Tell me!!
Sorry about my English skills, it's not my native language, but I'm going the best I can…