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"What the fuck, Potter?"

That's how my life ended. I could describe a million terrible things that have happened to me. I could tell you how it feels like you've fallen through the ice and are drowning in the coldest water you've ever known. I could tell you that it's worse than a death because he's still there everyday. I could liken it to a dream where you're screaming, but no one hears you. I could tell you all of this, but you would never understand the impact of those four words.

I didn't realize what my life had become. How could I? It was too soon to know how much of me had lived inside of him. Now, I've been thrown back to the time before Jesse. Now, I'm completely lost and without love. I started cutting again. I smoke more than ever. I live alone. Whether I'm standing in a crowd or I'm being forced to listen to another lecture from Blaise, Seamus, Hermione, Ron or even Snape, I'm alone. There is only one person that I don't show all of this to. That's Emily. Of course, Snape takes care of her most of the time. He forces me to go to classes. He makes me eat. He doesn't know that it makes no difference where I am, I'm not really there. He doesn't know that I only throw up the food later. It's not because I want to throw up. It's because I can't keep anything down. I cry a lot. I don't sleep. Even I know that I look like shit. I know everyone's worried, but I can't hear them. It's like there is a wall of glass separating me from everyone else. I'm in no hurry to remove it. I'm not putting up a struggle. If Draco ever remembers me, I can only hope that he'll still want me. If he doesn't, I'll give up everything as soon as I kill Voldemort. If he kills me, fine. If he doesn't, I'll kill myself.

"We've got to do something. Harry is killing himself."

"What else can we do? We've all lectured him to death. We've tried to include him in everything. Snape has forced him to eat. There are five of us looking after him."

"Haven't you noticed? He doesn't even see us. He doesn't hear us."

"He throws up in the bathroom."

"What?"

"At night, he lays there crying, never sleeping just softly crying. He'll get up go in the bathroom and run some water to splash on his face. He slumps down in front of the sink and then suddenly, he will lunge for the toilet and throw up."

"It's true; I've heard him as well."

"What are we going to do?"

"I think I know."

Everyone turned to look at Blaise.

"Seamus and I were talking about Harry yesterday. The way we see it, we wouldn't be together now if it weren't for Harry. We want to do something. He and Draco are perfect for each other. The problem is we can't use Draco at all."

"Why?"

"Draco knows about his relationship with Harry, but refuses to accept it. That's why even though he knows we're his friends and remembers us, he won't come near us. He doesn't want anything to do with Harry."

"So, what are we going to do?"

"Who is the one person that Harry still notices?"

"He doesn't notice anyone! That's the problem! He doesn't listen to Hermione, you, Seamus, Snape or me!"

Seamus suddenly looked up, understanding what his boyfriend was getting at.

"He notices Emily."

"What can Emily do? She's only a little girl."

"If Harry has to take care of Emily, he'll be too busy pretending to be happy and worrying about her to mope about Draco. Eventually, he'll stop pretending to be happy and start being able to live his life again. The routine of school isn't enough for Harry to come back."

The circle of friends was quiet.

"You're right. I can't believe I didn't see it before. Harry wants to love someone and be loved more than anything. If he can't have Draco, he can at least have Emily. She'll be like a family for him. This is a great idea."

"Thanks, Hermione. There is only one thing left to do. We have to talk to Snape. He's been looking after Emily, but I'm sure that he will be glad to give her over to Harry, mainly because he cares about Harry, but also because she keeps interrupting him during his potions making."

Everyone snickered at that thought.

"Ok, so, who is going to talk to Snape?"

"I think we should all go and I think we need to go now.

No one disagreed with Ron; they just gathered their things and headed for the dungeons.

"That's it, Potter! I can not look after Emily anymore. She is constantly interrupting my work and breaking things. You brought her here; it's your job to look after her."

Severus winked at Emily.

"Fine, Severus."

The potions master stormed out of Harry's dorm, trying not to laugh. Weasley had been right after all. This was the only way they were going to get through to Harry.

"Ree…," Emily whined.

"What do you want Emily?" Harry asked in a tired voice.

"I'm bored."

"What do you want to do?"

"I want to go outside."

Harry got off his bed and looked out of the window. It was sunny and breezy. In fact, looking outside, he almost wanted to go out as well.

"Ok. What do you want to do?"

"Will you fly me?"

"What?"

"I want to fly like those boys I saw on brooms yesterday. I want to fly."

Harry didn't really want to get out his broom, but looking at Emily's eyes, he acquiesced.

"Hold on tight or we won't go very high."

Emily sat on the broom in front of Harry, gripping the handle tightly. Harry had one arm wrapped securely around her waist and the other steering the broom. They were only a few feet off the ground, but Emily was squealing with delight, asking to go higher and faster. Harry found that he, for the first time in days, was feeling lighter. He was flying like it was his first time in the air and just like Emily he wanted to go higher and faster. So they did. Harry and Emily flew higher about the ground and faster, their joyous shouts combining as they raced the wind. They stayed in the sky for hours, until finally Harry knew it was time to go in. He flew them slowly to the ground and they dismounted, Emily giggling the whole time. She reached her arms to the sky.

"Fly!"

Harry scooped her up and swung her around. He dropped a kiss on her blonde head and settling her on one hip; he picked up his broom and walked back to the castle.

Hermione watched from a window. She leaned over to give her boyfriend a tender kiss.

"I think you were just right."

Ron held his girlfriend tighter and smiled.

Someone else was watching Harry and Emily that afternoon, someone who was alone and scared. That someone was Draco Malfoy. He watched as the boy he didn't know what to feel about played with a blonde haired girl. He watched them fly and he watched as only one real smile crossed the boy's face while a million crossed the girl's. It was the first time he had really looked at Harry since he had found out that they had been in a relationship. He had ignored him before, afraid to be caught watching, but now, sure that no one could see him, and he watched and tried to figure out how he and Harry Potter had been in a relationship.

Draco had spent the last week alone. He had no friends. It was obvious that Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle weren't his friends. He knew his friends were Hermione, Blaise, Seamus and Ron, but he couldn't go to them. He wouldn't take the chance of seeing Harry. He was too afraid.

As Draco watched, he noticed the changes in the brunette. The boy had lost weight. He rarely smiled and if you looked at his eyes, there was a terrible sadness swirling inside of them. The boy had clutched desperately at Emily for a moment while he hugged her. Draco knew that desperation. It was the sign of someone who felt truly alone and unloved. Draco knew that because he had clutched at his mother like that once, desperately searching for a tiny shred of affection. He wondered if he had hugged Harry like that when they had been together.

He was so confused. As he watched the brunette leaving, he had the urge to go meet him, to hug him and to ask him to tell him about their relationship. He wanted to know how it had started, what they had done on their first date, when they had kissed, what the last moments they had spent together had been like and so much more. Draco wanted to feel something, anything that would give him a clue about his new life.

Sighing, he turned away from the window. Harry had long since vanished from sight, leaving Draco to feel emptier than before.

For the first time in days, Harry was hungry. He ate in the kitchens with Emily and then stayed for a while as Dobby played with the girl. When Emily slipped and fell, Harry scooped her up in his arms and knew from the exhausted tears that she was crying that it was time to go to bed. He carried her up to the tower and got both of them ready for bed. Emily fell asleep immediately. As Harry cuddled her, he felt some of the pressures in his chest loosen. The unbearable ached that had been present since Draco had forgotten him dulled and Harry slept.

"He loves you, you know."

"No, Blaise, I don't!"

"Then you are an idiot. You don't have to do more than look at him when he looking at you to know that. Oh wait, I forgot, you are too damn scared to look him in the eyes."

"Fuck you."

"No, you aren't getting off easy this time, Mr. Draco Malfoy. I've had it. I can understand that you don't want to be around Harry, but I've been your friend for six years and I know you haven't forgotten me. I also know you haven't forgotten your other friends, the ones you have Harry to thank for. You have people that are worried about you because they know that unlike Harry, who has made himself sick over this thing, you'll deal with it by losing another piece of your heart."

"What do you suggest I do, Blaise?" Draco snarled bitterly. "You want me to go up to the boy wonder that is clearly in love with me and say, "Hey, I can't remember you, but I'd like to start gain until I do?" Great fucking idea. That wouldn't be too terrible for Harry. He'd only have to be on his guard constantly around me. It would hurt him."

"That's where you are wrong. Harry would rather have any part of you in his life than none. But even if you won't do that, it's time you come back to your friends."

"They are his friends."

"No, Draco, that's what you don't understand. The moment they saw that you really cared for Harry, they became your friends."

"I'm not with Harry now."

"It doesn't matter anymore. I know you know that you shared something with each of them."

"Remind me." Draco said sadly.

"Seamus and you are terrible together. You go crazy and are both insane. You drive the rest of us into hysterics with your antics. With Ron, you don't talk as much, but there is a deep understanding between you and a combined protectiveness over Harry. You still joke with each other some and occasionally call him the weasel, but you play chess together too. Hermione is the one you talk about school with. The two of you don't connect as much, but the rest of us know you both have the uncanny ability to see straight through Harry's emotional mask."

"What about you?"

"That's simple. I'm your best friend."

"Thanks, Blaise."

"Of course, it's in the job description."