Hey, I own absolutely nothing. Don't sue. The characters belong to JK Rowling and the song Whiskey Lullaby belongs to Brad Paisley. Now if you excuse me while I cry.
"No, Draco," Harry cried as Draco turned and walked away on another guys arm. "Harry, you knew when it started it wouldn't be, you let yourself get hurt," Draco said and walked away out of Harry's life like he had never been there.
She put him out like the burning end of a midnight cigarette.
She broke his heart: He spent his whole life trying to forget.
We watched him drink his pain away, a little at a time,
But he never could get drunk enough to get her off his mind,
Harry spent the next three years of his life in a continual stupor. Hermione and Ron tried their best to care for him knowing that Harry would only get better once Draco was back, not that he would come back. Harry always thought of Draco even when he had been drinking for hours. There was never enough drink, muggle or wizard, to make him forget Draco at all. There was no other option in Harry's mind. He was making his friends life hell and he knew that he couldn't just stop. The shot sounded in the middle of the night when no one was around.
Until the night:
He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger.
And finally drank away her memory.
Life is short, but this time it was bigger,
Than the strength he had to get up off his knees.
We found him with his face down in the pillow,
With a note that said: "I'll love her till I die."
And when we buried him beneath the willow,
The angels sang a whiskey lullabye.
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la.
La la la la la la la,
La la la la la la la.
Once news of Harry's death had reached Draco he fell apart, he blamed himself. No one would stay with the broken man not when they knew he was responsible for Harry's death. Draco had no one to turn to. Anyone he once knew had forgotten him and they were all in morning for the worlds hero. Draco got drunk everyday and he never forgot Harry. There was no way he could. There was a haunting memory of the picture of Harry facedown on the floor of his room with the note. The note that Draco refused to think of yet was always on his mind. The room was full but nobody knew how much she blamed herself.
For years and years, she tried to hide the whiskey on her breath.
She finally drank her pain away, a little at a time,
But she never could get drunk enough to get him off her mind.
Draco finally gave up on the world that had gave up on him years before. He gathered his most precious item, Harry's picture, and his wand. In the back alley he died grasping the picture with cold hands.
Until the night:
She put that bottle to her head and pulled the trigger.
And finally drank away his memory.
Life is short, but this time it was bigger,
Than the strength she had to get up off her knees.
We found her with her face down in the pillow,
Clinging to his picture for dear life.
We laid her next to him beneath the willow,
While the angels sang a whiskey lullabye.
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la.
La la la la la la la,
La la la la la la la.
Out of respect for Harry's memory Draco was buried next to him in the memorial area. There was always serenity around the area that no one could explain.
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la.
La la la la la la la,
La la la la la la la.