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A/N I've been hit with a big time writers block for all of my stories. So I'm trying to clear it up with poetry and one shots..it worked..for a page lol. So hopefuly tonight or something I'll be able to write another chapter. Maybe my writers block is due to the fact I'm working on a picture -thinks- could be ;.; Hope you like the one shot!! It's sad, i know, I was able to write something sad for once o.O

I tried to warn you,

Did you listen to me?

Look at where you are now,

I wish you could see.

Come back, please?

Ron had warned Harry, he warned him that it was a waste to try and kill himself. Ron didn't know though, that Harry was already planning it, already knowing it would happen, and that Harry didn't care. Harry only wanted to be gone from this world and rid himself of the pain. Did Harry even care about the pain all of his friends felt?

Ron looked around his house; Hermione sat on the couch, holding a handkerchief. She had been strong and tried not to be reduced to a waterfall. His sister was not fairing as well as Hermione was. Ginny was sitting with Fred and George, weeping into their arms as the both hugged her from the sides.

Ron himself walked over to the couch, sitting beside Hermione who shifted closer to him. "Why, Ron? Why?" Hermione sobbed, placing her head on his shoulder. Ron took her hand into his own, grasping it shakily.

"I wish I knew, Hermione, I wish I knew." Ron said, but he was lying, he did know. Harry had told him himself that he didn't know how long he could hold out, and even now, Ron found, Harry just had not been strong enough.

But I can tell you don't mind.

Lost in your own depression,

You left this world without me.

Come back, please?

Hermione lay in her own bed that night, tossing and turning in the comfort of her bed. The blue blankets wrapped around her form were suffocating her, and she wished she knew why. She just didn't understand.

Harry had seemed fine, he had smiled, he laughed, where had this come from? The worst was it was a slap in the face, showing her that she had been so absorbed in her own life that she never realized what was happening to Harry.

Hermione felt like she failed, failed at being Harry's friend. She had failed to keep him from harming himself, and failed to protect him from the world that seemed to eat him inside out.

Harry didn't care about how everyone felt, though; Hermione could not help but feel a little angry with him for that. They could have helped if they had known, right? Hermione shifted her head on her pillow, her bushy hair scratching the back of her neck as she felt another onslaught of tears.

Hermione couldn't understand why, why Harry refused to get help, refused to tell them. He didn't cry out for help, he held it in. He killed himself, emotionally and physically, that much Hermione could tell.

Why did he leave them? What had they done to upset him that he had to go and kill himself? Hermione cried into her pillow, feeling the soft material dampen on her cheek. Harry had left, he wasn't coming back this time, and she'd never see her friend again. Hermione for once, didn't have the answers.

I cannot live without you.

You're face is pale white,

You're eyes are closed,

Never to know anything again.

Come back, please?

The Wizarding world felt a wave of shock when they read the news. 'Harry Potter: Dead' their savoir was dead; a very powerful wizard was dead. How could such a strong boy kill himself? No one could think up a reason for it.

The funeral was a sad affair; hundreds upon hundreds came to pay their respects to the ashen corpse. White flowers hung all over the funeral home, coating the air with their depressing scent. Black curtains draped the windows, darkening the light, disguising the sunny day that it was. People were dressed for the occasion to the best of their ability, wanting to fit in with the many other witches and wizards.

What shocked the Weasleys and Hermione the most was to see the Malfoys show up.

"Come to gloat?" Ron yelled at Draco Malfoy, who looked like he hadn't had a decent sleep in a few days. Dark circles showed under his eyes, his hair was flaxen, no longer well cared for. The Malfoy senior held a scowl on his face, but ignored Ron's comment.

Draco Malfoy shocked them all, when he shook his head, turned to Harry's body and leaned down, kissing the pale lips. It probably wasn't a very nice kiss, seeing as the body was no longer warm, but Draco Malfoy held his head high and ignored all the stares he got from his display of affection.

Malfoy Senior seemed to accept this fact, and whisked his son out of the funeral home as fast as he could, lest anyone see how much Draco Malfoy had depended on his love for the Boy Wonder.

Your hands embrace each other,

Because I can no longer embrace your hands.

Did you think of me when you cut your vein in half?

Or were you really that selfish?

To leave me here on my own,

Come back, I miss you.

Please?

Draco Malfoy never showed emotion, but lately the depression covered his person like a coat of smoke. No one had known he loved Harry, save Harry himself. His father had realized something was wrong with his son when Draco refused to eat or sleep without a lot of persuasion.

Draco didn't realize how selfish Harry had been, taking the easy way out and leaving him alone to deal with the pain that Harry's death caused him. Draco no longer had Harry to hold, and he no longer had Harry to love.

Draco looked at the night sky; the stars twinkled brightly under a full moon. 'Does Harry see the same sky? Does he watch over me from this very night? Does he even bother to care anymore, now that he's dead?' Draco had so many questions that could never be answered.

Draco closed his shutters, draping the dark blue drapes over his windows. He sat down in his bed, which felt so empty and cold now. He shivered, even though his body was comfortable and warm, inside he felt cold. Maybe one day, the chill would go away, but for tonight, it plagued him. Draco didn't know it always would.

Harry had left him, and he would give anything, anything, to have Harry come back.

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