Title: Not Quite Lost

Author: Halatia Artemis Louise Potter-Black-Snape-Dumbledore

Rating: PG

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all related material belong to JK Rowling, Warner Bros. and their affiliates.

Quote of the Day: "Freak is a five letter word for that which you are afraid you are." --Moon-Shadow

Review Responses:

BlendedFrog: I did know that. Apparently my brain went on a hike while I was writing that part of the chapter. I was kind of in an emotionless state when I wrote it, and I think you feel much more from this chapter than the last one. To be honest, I've been diagnosed with depression, and when you're that depressed, you are emotionless. So that part was kind of intentional. Thanks for the review. I hope you like this next installment.

A/N: I actually wrote this chapter long before I thought anyone would like the first one or even review. I'm very happy with getting even one review, and so I am posting this chapter already. This chapter will have more implied Harry/Draco slash. I am hoping to have the Harry/Draco story that I've been writing alongside this out soon, however, my fingers are not crossed. I've been sick lately, and sickness just doesn't add up to brain waves, much less inspiration. So don't hold your breath hoping it'll come out next week. I'm not even ready to send it to a beta next week. The song for this chapter is "Hello" by Evanescence. This chapter will be fairly mild. On with the warning, and then to the story.

WARNING: There will be implied slash in this chapter, and probably from now on in the story. Or until I kill Draco off. Which might never happen if I don't get more reviews.

Not Quite Lost

Draco Malfoy wandered the grounds of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. A raven swooped down on him, filling him with dread. There was only one reason a raven would be carrying a letter for him: someone had died. The raven dropped the letter into his hands and swiftly soared away.

Playground, school bell rings, again.

Rain clouds come to play, again.

Draco stormed into the Headmaster's office, clearly distraught. Tears were streaming down his face, and a crumpled letter was clutched in his hand. He silently handed this item over to the Headmaster to read.

Mr. Potter-Malfoy,

It is with deepest condolences that we must inform you of your husband's demise. As Mr. Harry James Potter-Malfoy had been sentenced to life in Azkaban, his will has become void, and as next of kin, you are awarded all of his worldly possessions.

Sincerely,

Anna Conton

Dept. of Wizard Relations

Has no one told you he's not breathing?

Hello, I'm your mind,

Giving you someone to talk to.

Hello.

Draco Potter-Malfoy refused to believe it. He was scaring his friends and students. No matter what anyone said abut Harry's death, he laughed it off. Nothing anyone said did any good.

If I smile and don't believe,

Soon I know I'll wake from this dream.

"Draco," Albus kindly said. "I've arranged for a counselor from St. Mungo's to come talk to you, my boy. Your classes have been divided amongst the other teachers until you are well again."

"I am fine!"

"Draco, you have been yelling at anyone who talks to you. You're pulling into yourself. You can't keep on like this!"

"Keep your meddling ways to yourself, old man. I AM FINE! I'll keep on however I see fit," Draco snapped. He was already turning back into the Draco Malfoy before Harry Potter.

Don't try to fix me I'm not broken.

Hello, I'm the lie,

Living for you so you can hide.

Don't cry.

Draco sat in his room, fingering the bonding ring that Harry had given him. He could no longer sense Harry. What people had been saying since he received the letter flashed through his mind. He was truly gone. His love had finally left him, as he had expected to do in battle. Draco burst into tears, his couch, where they had been discussing an intervention to get Draco to a counselor. Draco Potter-Malfoy had returned, but it would be a long time before he was back to normal.

Suddenly, I know I'm not sleeping.

Hello, I'm still here,

All that's left of yesterday.

A/N: Well? Good? Bad? Better at least? Review and let me know. If this chapter sucks, flame me. Although, those reviews will be copied and passed around the retail store I work at. So leave a review, and don't be afraid to flame. The more flames, the less likely I'll be to write another one.