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Both Harry and Draco were frozen in place as they stared each other down. Millions of questions flew through their minds, such as 'What the hell is he doing here?' and 'Bloody Hell, was I checking the git out?' Both felt a sense of disgust fill them at their previous actions. Draco was the first to speak and hid his horror, replacing it with an arrogant smirk, "Well if it isn't Potty Head, what are you doing here such a long way from home? I thought you were on Dumbledore's small leash? I'm surprised he even let you leave that stupid muggle family of yours house."
Harry was suddenly filled with great rage as he always was when ever Malfoy opened his mouth to speak. Not because of the comment about his family, for he hated them more than life itself. No, anger filled him because he was forcefully reminded why he ran away from his life, and everything he ever knew. "For your knowledge that old fool doesn't even know I'm here! He doesn't pull the strings anymore; he will never own me, I do, so get that straight ferret. Oh, and on a side note, I don't agree with you about my muggle family, their not stupid, their complete and total dumb arses. I was more than happy to escape from that hell hole!" he yelled not bothering to think before speaking. Only after the adrenaline had started to fade did what he had said hit him. He glanced at Malfoy's face to see both a surprised and arrogant emotion fighting for master rein over his features. Eventually it appeared he had decided on arrogant, for a familiar smirk had appeared on his face.
"Finally realized what I had always known Potter, that the 'Great' Dumbledore is nothing more than an old crackpot. Sounds to me like he did quite a fine job on you to get you so riled up. What he do, tell you that you weren't totally perfect Potter? Couldn't stand hearing it from your mentor? Your so weak Potter, how you ever could have survived the Dark Lord's wrath is beyond me. He should have been able to kill you easily if you're that pathetic. Of course I always knew the truth, but it is nice that you seem to have finally realized it" Draco said silkily, resisting the urge to laugh at the look on Potter's face, a trait he had gained by hanging around his Godfather, the Potion's Master for so long.
Harry was beside himself with rage, his very blood boiling just beneath the surface. He tried to calm himself down, but as soon as he looked at Malfoy's face to see that damn smirk, he lost all of his control. Harry let everything he had been holding in spill out, "YOU SON OF A BITCH...OR I GUESS DEATHEATER IS MORE FITTING! YOU DON'T KNOW A DAMN THING ABOUT ME YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT. I WANT NOTHING TO DO WITH VOLDEMORT AND DUMBLEDORE'S STUPID FUCKING WAR! I REGRET THAT HE DIDN'T KILL ME WHEN HE HAD THE CHANCE SO I WOULDN'T HAVE TO BE A FUCKEN SO CALLED HERO!"
Draco stared awe stuck at Harry whose face was red and was breathing harshly. He didn't have the slightest idea of what the bloody hell had just happened. Potter had never reacted like that to anything he had said, not even the remarks about his parents. He couldn't help but wonder if the boy had finally snapped? The thing that really drew his attention was the stream of tears that were gliding silently down his cheeks. After all these years he had never seen Harry cry and it actually gave him a sense of guilt, which greatly surprised him. He wasn't sure whether it was because he hadn't realized he was capable of that feeling, or because it was directed at Potter of all people. Either way the feeling assaulted and consumed him. He was normally never wordless, but seeing a normally strong man reduced to tears, made him loose all ability to speak. He watched as Harry glanced around seeing that everyone's attention was now focused on him, trying to find out why the man had been screaming like a loony. He then saw him slowly turn to face him, and what he saw scared the shit out of him. The normal bright green eyes, where black with pain and suffering, causing a strong pain to hit Draco in his heart. Once again he was amazed that seeing another in such suffering could affect him so, but he set that aside and focused his mind on more important matters.
Harry, barely able to stand from the pain his very soul was feeling, watched as the different emotions rushed across Draco's features. He lost what ever little tiny bit of sanity he had as he saw the familiar emotion of pity come to rest in his enemy's eyes, even if it only was for a short moment. He locked eyes briefly with Draco before running away as fast as his legs could carry him, away from Draco, away from the very world itself. He could hear fast footsteps moving behind him, he didn't bother to glance back just knowing it would most likely be the blond boy. Harry focused on loosing him and finally succeeded when he pretended to take the elevator only to slip into the stairs as Draco rushed into the elevator just as the doors shut. Harry took this time to take a deep breath and then continued to run, where he wasn't sure, but he just followed along to where ever his feet where taking him. He quickly came to realize that, that place was his apartment, as he saw the familiar numbers of his home appears in his view.
Hurrying, with shaky hands he got out his key, which he had kept in a little pouch around his neck, and thrust it into the lock in the door. He turned it and pushed the door open, rushing inside. He quickly headed into the bathroom and he took in a trembling breath as he saw his reflection in the mirror. Gone was the man he had seen less than a few hours ago, replacing that person was someone who looked like he had just been tortured. Harry barely recognized himself as he saw his eyes staring back at him with an empty haunting look. Coming to a decision, not willing to continue living like this, he started rummaging through his little health case he had in the bathroom. While searching, his eyes once again filled with tears threatening to spill. Finally finding what he had been searching for, he raised the shaving razor to the light, shutting his eyes momentarily as a glare from the lights reflected off of it.
He proceeded to examine the razor, caressing it with his eyes and fingers. He let out a small moan of pleasure as he accidentally cut his finger on its sharp blade. He watched entranced as it slithered down his finger falling and splashing into the sink. Harry quickly pushed up his sleeve and stared at the large vein he could see through his skin. He hoped that a couple of swipes would finish of the job, and he wouldn't have to be in anymore agony after this. He tightened his grip on the razor until his knuckles started to turn white, and then slowly started to lower the razor to his arm. He did not watch it approaching; no he was focusing on the images of the only people he truly cared about anymore as they flash through his mind. He saw memories of Hermione, Ron, and himself laughing and other memories of their times together. He would miss them, but he had already made up his mind. As he felt the razor start to graze his skin he apologized to the two of them and wished them happy lives.
The next thing he knew he saw blood flowing freely from his arm. Harry watched as it gushed from his wound. Feeling it wasn't enough he slashed again and again. A smile found its way to his lips as he started to get dizzy and a floating feeling overcame him. His thoughts slowly started to diminish with the loss of blood, but only one single thing remained, 'soon' , 'soon he would be free from the pain' He collapsed to the ground when he found he could no longer stand and shut his eyes waiting for the inevitable to occur. He quickly lost consciousness after that, the blood continued to pool around him forming a puddle of ruby red on the bathroom tiles.
Hey all!!!!!!!!!! I know that this chapter is sort of different then the rest, but Harry wasn't going to just change and become all happy just because he was away from Hogwarts. This is how I see it and if you don't like it I'm sorry. This story will become dark from time to time. If you read the 5th book then you know that Harry is really struggling and that he could possible try and commit suicide in the future book. Plz read and review