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SUMMARY: Harry defeats Voldemort and somewhat goes into a morbid depression and falls in love with Draco, whom is not at Hogwarts anymore. Draco is running away from his fears and does not want to face them again.
Chapter 3: Misery
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Days pass and flew. Harry hated it. There was no fun. He hated Quidditch the very first time in his life, because the Slytherin team replaced Malfoy with a second year seeker who was no match for Harry and the only person that was, was curretnly missing. Harry was getting angry by the day and more hateful toward the world. He hated his friends optimistic ideals, he hated the Slytherins ignoring him, he hated people whispering about him, he hated the idea without Malfoy. Harry finally accpeted the fact that Draco was an integral part of his life. And Harry knew that Malfoy was the only person who now how to push his buttons and he was the person that Harry could take his frustration out on. But like always, Malfoy loved to hurt him everyway possible. And Harry hated the blond more than ever for leaving him and dissappereing to gods know where and this was why Harry was in the room of requirement with Lavender Brown and was the only way Harry could vent his frustration was his daily dallying with anyone that was willing. Sex was after all the only way to relieve stress. He left Lavender in the bed and walked out without a backward glance. Every night he had a different partner.Male or female he didn't care. Harry calmly walked to his place at the Gryffindor table, ignoring the stares and gossips. Harry stared at the ceiling as Owls delievered the morning post and noticed a silver owl slolw flap its way into Hogwarts. The great hall calmed down as Draco's eagle owl sat on the ceiling beam and stared at everyone. Harry noticed that the owl had two letters in a egg shell color with gold lettering. The owl spotted Snape and flew straight to him, dropping one of the letters and it flew toward the Slytherin table, depositing the other letter in Blaise's lap.
Everyone stared curiously as both tentavily pick it up and open it. They were slowly reading it and Blaise handed the letter to Pansy whom giggled with joy. The letter was passed around the Slytherin table and the whole lot started to bend their heads together as they started to whisper about something. Snape on the other hand, crumbled his letter and threw it on the table as though it held some sort of disease and abruptly left.
"Is that..."Ron trailed off. Harry glanced at the teacher's table and noticed that they were also passing the crumpled letter around and when Hagrid finally placed it down, Harry got up and slowly walked toward the teacher's table. The students were engrossed in what they were doing to notice Harry. Hagrid saw him first and he winked at him. Harry stopped and Hagrid slowly got up telling the staff that he was leaving. Harry followed him out onto Hogwarts ground.
"I suppse you want to look at th' letter 'Arry." Hagrid said as he gave Harry the letter.
"I'll see you in class.." Hagrid walked off and Harry stared at the letter in his hand. It was nicely written in caligraphy. Harry walke toward the lake and sat down as he started to read it.
Dear Professor Snape,
I've sent a similiar letter to the other Slytherins. I bet you are wondering where I am at and I really don't want to tell you or anyone else for that matter. I am kindly asking you to forget about me. I have no intention of returning to Hogwarts or Britain and I noticed that you have no life whatsover. Please watch over my assets for me and make sure the house elves don't get lazy on cleaning up any of the manors. I might return to them someday. I am not happy with my current situation and truthfully I just want to be left alone. I relieve you of your duty as my godfather and implore you to be my friend instead. I have none. There's no reason to have a friend. This would be my last letter, I have no reason to write more. No one to write to or correspond with. Don't worry about me. Wherever I end up, it was my choice. And if I die, no one would care. With my present disposition I am close to doing that. Until I find my reason to live again, there is no reason for me to continue to live as an empty shell. But if I do die Snape, then everything that once belonged to the Malfoy name would go to you. I already signed the papers in case that happened. And I hope you have a great life, wherever you may end up. And wherever I end up, I would remain alone till I die. This is my last goodbye, but not my final.
P.S: There would be no way to reach me because I would refuse to answer. Sincerly, Draco Malfoy
Harry re-read the the letters three times. He wiped his eyes and barely notice that they were wet. He was crying over a crummy letter by a person he hated the most. Malfoy won't be coming back to Hogwarts, he'll never come back becuase he has no reason to. Harry let the tears fall as he stared into the lake.
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Malfoy petted Mercury's head as he flew back into his room, frozen as ice. He won't say his finaly goodbye unless he really had to.
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Months passed and Harry was one of the students that was picked for the International Conference. Hermione and Ron were also chosen as well along with Pansy and Blaise. Harry sat in front of the common room staring into the flame and saw Sirius's face flicker there for a moment then disappear, but it was replaced by a face he knew only too well, as Harry remembered him. The long blond hair, grey eyes that were piercing and laser like to one's soul, dark lashed covering the lids and the smirk that Pansy and Blaise defined as sexy as hell. Then the image disappeared, replaced by the flikcering orange flames of the fire. Harry got up and slowly walked out of the common room and onto the dark quidditch pitch, where his pass came to haunt him once again. He stood where he realized that Draco Malfoy was the new seeker. Harry heard someone come up from behind him, it was Snape. Harry thought it might've been Lupin since he decided to teach again.
"Potter, what are you doing?" "Reminiscing." Harry quietly said. "I noticed your strange behavior Potter." Snape said. "Ohy joy." Harry sarcastically said. "So how many points..."Harry turned around, but Snape wasn't there anymore. "I must be losing it.."Harry muttered to himself and returned to the common room.
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Draco sat at the window ledge playing with Mercury's feather. He ignored the girls and a few boys gather around him. They just wouldn't get it. No matter how many times Draco used them, he would never have a relationship with any of them. He figured if he came here, no one would noticed him. Apparently not, it was the girls first then the guys. They thought that the quiet, misarble, depressed boy was mysterious with his contant moping and ignorance of affections that was thrown his way. As if, he was never mysterious. He was miserable and depressed which was why he was quiet in the first place. The crowd around him was now known as the Dragon gang. Draco smiled at that. How that happened he didn't know and didn't care. They were following him around, just like the Slytherins. Followers, he never had a friend and somewhere deep down he wanted one. Although he would never admit that. He came to Russia to crush his emotions and that is what exactly happened. He was changed physically and mentally. He didn't fell grief or remorse at the mention of his parents nor did he fell pain on his body. He felt nothing. He was now cold as ice and according to others the most wanted bachelor and unattainable god.
"Did you hear that Hogwarts is coming here for the conference." Inga said. "We finally get to see the famous Harry Potter."
The image of the scar and green eyes flashed through Draco's mind. He frowned, that was all he could remember of scar head and hopefully that would be it. Potter was the past and so was everyone else.
"When are they coming?"
"Tomorrow night." Wolf said. "Are you planning to watch Draco?"
"No."
"Oh." The chattered continued and Draco stopped fiddeling with the feather. So his past did come back to haunt him.
"Russia!" Ron screamed. "We are going to Russia!" "Yes, Weasly we are." Snape spat. He'll strangle Mcgonnagol for making him go with the group of kids. He had to make sure they were all appropiatly dressed for the three days that they were staying there. "Now grab a hold of this port key."
It was a few minutes to be ported to Russia since it was quite a distance. And they all unceremoniasly landed on each other with Harry at the bottom and Pansy at the top. Snape was the only one that did not fall or anything. When Harry got up, the Rasputa school wasn't what he was expecting. He pictured it to be like Durmstrang, freezing cold with only four floors and small enough to accomodate a quarter of Hogwarts. But this school looked as though it had twelve floors and the palace was stretched to be about a mile or more. The pillars were gold painted and the palace itself was snow white and the ground they landed on was grass, plus it was warm. There were a couple of founatins of deities. There were various buildings in front of the palace and behind the Hogwarts group. The headmaster came out and roughly grabbed Snape's hant to shake then he gruffly hugged Snape and the ten students laughed at Snape's angry red face.
"Professor Snape, welcome, welcome. I'm Professor Romanov." Romanov said. "The headmaster. Please come inside and make yourself at home."