Authors Note: I don't own Harry Potter, or any of it's characters, if I did Harry Potter would be a lot more pornographic. However, I do own Professor Graham and the Literature class. This first chapter will be short, I swear to you they will get longer. It would make me ever so happy if you would review. Most poetic lines and chapter titles are property of Evanescence. Enjoy. Life.



Covered In Rain


Chapter 1 .:I'm Dying Again:.

Slytherin 6th Year Boys Bathroom 2:25am.


I hope I'm dying this time, but God knows I'm not lucky enough for that. Draco Malfoy doesn't die, he just gets pushed as far as he can go and then left there to suffer.

I was confronted today. Apparently Blaise saw the slashes along my stomach as I slept this morning. He wasn't remotely concerned.

Figures.

He only wanted to know why I cut my stomach and not my wrists.

Wrists are too easy, I told him, people who slit their wrists want other people to know and they want those people to help them. Then he walked away. He didn't even ask what I wanted, and it's not much.

I want nothing.

I want to feel nothing.

I want to be nothing.

It's the one thing I want, and the only thing I can't have.

Gryffindor 6th Year Boys Dormitory

Sixteen year old Harry Potter was lying awake in his bed for the 5th time that week. They had been in school for one full week, and he hadn't had a sleep-filled night since he had arrived.

His thoughts were random, but they ultimately fell back to Malfoy. The boy hadn't been himself lately, less awake, more thin.

As he thought about it, there wasn't any real reason for him to care, but being The-Boy-Who's-Concerned for everyone, it just ended up that way.

The Gryffindor on his left sat up in bed and pulled back his curtains.

"Don't tell me you're awake again, Harry. You really need to get some sleep." He whispered groggily, reaching to pull his sheets off.

"I know," said Harry, "I've just been thinking."

"About what?" asked Dean, sliding off his bed and heading to the bathroom.

"Just things." Harry replied through a fake yawn, and closing his eyes.

Dean looked at him, "Well, those things aren't more important than the Quidditch game you're going to lose from sleep deprivation, so go to bed."

Sighing, Harry re-adjusted himself on his bed and attempted to go to sleep.

Slytherin 6th Year Boys Bathroom 3:10am

Draco Malfoy was completely still on his back, faking sleep and waiting for the house elf who would inevitably clean him up and magic him back to bed once they thought he was unconscious. His stomach was bleeding, mainly from one deep gash that ran into other runnels from his other attempts. Now that his few hours of angst were over, all he wanted was to be in a dreamless sleep, but the pain was so bad this time, he knew if he tried to stand himself it would be too much, so he waited for help. He slowly reached for the sparkling dagger on his right and pulled it towards him, trying to keep the sound of it scraping on the stone of the shower floor to a minimum. He brought it to his side and slid it in his pocket.

Then he began to cry.

Draco always cried after one of his episodes, his feelings immediately changing from desperately wanting to die to desperately wanting to live and salvaging what was left of his life. He cried out to anyone who could hear him through the stone walls that divided the bathroom and the dorms. He cried out for someone who could help him, knowing in the back of his mind that no one would.

With a voice thick with tears and pain he cried weakly, "Help me. I think I'm dying again." and his world faded to black.


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