Cruel Reality
By: confusedheart
Summary: Harry going through a loss. Romantic tragedy, so it's sad…but really good! Please R&R!!
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the poem below! Please don't sue me.
a.n. even though this is a one shot story, I'm going to write an after story, kind of like an epilogue…but only if you review!!
Chapter One
Where did you go?
Your soul lifted into another part of this world
Like a chain
Lifting you weightlessly up into the sky
Will you help me?
This life is so hard
You said you'd be there but now you're gone
So many whispered words haunting me
The love you've sheltered me with so pure
But now you're gone
Never to return to the place I captured you in
Do you still love me?
Now that you're gone from me
How can you just leave?
Come back to me
Return from the white light and rescue me
From this desperate loss of your soul
God, do I deserve this?
Do I deserve the pain this has brought upon me?
Does anyone deserve this punishment?
I don't even know you
Yet I feel like I do
I feel as if I have known you for so long
Why is that?
You only had one short life
That's not fair
You deserve more
Even though I don't know you
Come back to the ones who do
Harry lye in his bed weeping for the loss of his love. Why did he leave? I didn't even get to say goodbye.
I didn't even get to tell him how I feel.
He got off of his bed and fell down quickly from his shaking legs.
He hit his head on the side of the bed harshly.
"God Damnit! I hate this! I hate my life!"
He attempted to get up on his bed and fell once again. Determined to get on that bed, he used all of his remaining energy to hoist himself up.
Lying on his stomach, face down, his pillow was slowly becoming coated with the boy-who-lived's fresh tears.
Harry didn't know what to do. He was stuck in a depression that he just couldn't let go of. If you have lost anyone, you might think that you know what this boy was going through. But you don't.
This boy has lost so many dear to him, that everyone that he loved; he expected to die sometime soon.
As you know, this is not normal or healthy at all. You and I want to believe that our loved ones will be healthy and will not die anytime soon, but not Harry.
Denial was not a part of Harry Potter's feelings anymore. Happiness was getting close to joining that list.
Life was hell for him.
The worst part of this was that the man he was weeping over would most likely weep from happiness if it was Harry that had been murdered by his best friend.
At this, Harry's blood was boiling as he thought about his situation.
He hadn't been out of his room for two days.
His friends would occasionally came to see him, but whenever they caught sight of him, they choked up and offered to get food for him and walked away from the room quickly.
Harry didn't look so well. To say the least…
He wore a dirty blood and tear soaked long sleeved school shirt and a pair of black lounge pants. His face was pale with markings in it from sleeping on a wrinkled pillow.
Once bright green eyes are now dull and lifeless. The scar on his forehead is black. He just looked awful, and you could tell that he hadn't given up his crying.
Ron and Hermione were romantically involved before this incident, so they didn't even notice that their best friend was suicidal.
He hated them with a passion.
They tried to act like great friends by casually giving him a smile and asking about studies and how his grades were going.
His grades were fine, so they patted him on the back and then walked away like they were happy that was over with.
Then they'd go fuck each other like Harry wasn't even alive.
I'm guessing that you would like to know what brought this depression upon this poor boy. So here it goes.
Flashback
Harry, Hermione, and Ron were walking to the great hall for dinner when they heard an ear piercing scream.
As soon as the scream began, it ended. They heard muffled yells in the direction they came from.
The dungeons.
They turned and ran, leaving a panicked Ron standing where they had first heard the horrible cry for help.
Harry and Hermione were getting closer, they could tell because the cries were getting louder.
"There." Harry's worried voice said.
He pointed towards a door that held an empty classroom inside it.
They opened the door and saw it.
Hermione fell to the ground and started to cry and gag at the same time.
Harry didn't know what else to do besides cry.
In front of them, was a beautiful boy surrounded by blood. This boy's once gorgeous blond hair was tousled and messy, in a state that they new it would not be in if the boy was alive.
This boy, who was their rival, lye on the floor dead, with Blaise, his best friend, standing over him. This boy was Draco Malfoy.
Blaise looked up from the body and gasped.
"Fuck." He said with a rushed voice and tried to run out the door past Harry. His pathetic, bound to not work, plan didn't work.
Harry grabbed him by the front of his robes and threw him to the ground with a newfound strength.
"What the fuck did you do Zambini?" he said harshly.
He recieved no reply.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?" he yelled with a sob, and a cracking voice he muttered, "God what have you done." He looked the sick boy in the eyes showing him the tears and anguish in his eyes.
The silence was deafening.
Hermione stood up andpointed her wand and said "Petrificus Totalus."
She then levitated him out of the room, heading towards what was most likely the Headmaster's office.
That night at dinner, neither Harry, nor Hermione were there. The headmaster had heard of the tragic death of Draco Malfoy and was planning on telling the school that very night. Following dinner would be a memorial service.
The next day, neither Harry, nor many of the students at Hogwarts, attended their classes. Most went back the next day, still mournful, but also worried about missing too many lessons.
Harry however, did not.
End Flashback
One Year Later:
Going over this in his head, he realized that he had been muttering incoherent words. So he stopped and relaxed on his bed.
"Harry?"
Harry opened his nearly stapled shut eyes to see nothing.
"Leave me alone. I don't want to talk right now" he said in a drained voice, closing his eyes once again.
"Please open your eyes."
Harry did as the voice said and couldn't believe his eyes.
Draco was standing there, as alive as he has ever been.
"Merlin, is that really you?"
Harry stood up and walked slowly to the man's body.
He absentmindedly wrapped his arms around Draco like he was going to die without this hug.
Harry pulled slightly away and started to talk.
"I...I thought," he took a deep breath; "I thought you were dead. I saw you on the floor and, and I didn't know what to do…I mean…" he trailed off.
Draco put a finger to his lips to silence him.
"I'm here, don't worry"
With that, he slowly bent down and gently brushed his lips on Harry's.
Harry gasped and pulled back, but looked into Draco's eyes and saw that Draco needed this.
"Harry, I need to go, I'm sorry. Just know I love you," he had tears in his eyes and his chin was trembling, "I'll see you sometime. I know it."
"How do you know? Where are you going? Draco! Please stay and talk to me! I don't understand! "
"I know, Harry, because everyone dies."
"Harry!!"
"Draco? No...Wait! You can't be dead"
"HARRY!"
Harry opened his eyes and what he saw was not Draco's spirit, but Neville, with a troubled look apparent on his face.
He sat up and got out of bed, while Neville gave his shoulder a comforting squeeze.
"I can't do this anymore Nev. I just can't seem to let go of him."
"Harry, you know that he's watching over you. Even though you didn't tell him that you loved him, he knows. You'll see him again. For now, focus on what you need to get done and the ones who are trying to help you. Ron and Hermione might seem like they don't care…but they do. Believe me, they care."
"No. They don't." Harry said with a dead voice. "I have to go Neville."
And with that, he left.
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