Chapter two:

A downward spiral

Groaning into the unfamiliar white sheets embracing him, Harry slowly craned his head to the side and briefly chanced opening his eyes-a mistake that caused his head to throb agonizingly due to the bright light radiating in the room.

After several long minutes the Gryffindor gradually opened his emerald orbs to the world and found him self lying in the infirmary. He sat up with a start as questions began racing through his mind, how did I get here? What happened last night? Did someone attack me? Before the teen could even begin to formulate answers the well-known voice of his headmaster interrupted his thoughts.

"Ah, Harry my boy I see your finally awake" the old man stated merrily, the ever glowing twinkle in his eyes resting on Harry as he sat down neatly in a chair beside his bed.

"How long have I been here, sir?" the raven-haired boy asked as he reached for his glasses on the side table to his right.

"Only since last night, no need to worry." Dumbledore smiled affectionately

Harry rolled his eyes, 'the old bastard won't even tell me what happened probably until we both have tea or some such rot' he thought bitterly.

"I…what happened? I don't remember anything"

"Ah, yes" the headmaster said, lifting his wand and conjuring two cups of tea, "have some tea Harry; it will help greatly for your headache" he added passing the filled cup to the Gryffindor.

Again Harry rolled his eyes and muttered, silently to himself about how predictable the barmy old man really was; regardless however he took the tea and waited as patiently as possible for his headmaster to provide him with at least a clue as to what happened.

"Well, Mr. Malfoy had found you unconscious on the dungeon floor a few corridors down from the Slytherin dorms just as he was finishing with his perfect duties. I dare say you gave the boy quite a shock and he brought you up here immediately. Other then that I am afraid I can't explain much else, it all seems a little bit foggy from there." Dumbledore elucidate, sipping quietly on his tea with a thoughtful expression gracing his aging features.

"Oh. I should probably see if I can still make it to potions before professor Snape gives me a months worth of detentions for being late-or worse skiving his classes" Harry said as he pulled himself free from the blankets, stretching his arms in the process.

The breaded man chuckled softly and stood up himself while vanishing the two tea cups, "no need to worry my boy, you will be just on time for breakfast at the rate your going. Good day, hope your feeling better" he said, Harry waving him a quick good-bye.

Pulling on his robes and gathering his book bag that had thankfully been brought down for him Harry hastily clasped his cloak on and strolled toward the door, but stopped instantly as the headmasters words suddenly rang like a church bell in his ears.

'Mr. Malfoy had found you unconscious on the dungeon floor a few corridors down from the Slytherin dorms just as he was finishing with his perfect duties. I dare say you gave the boy quite a shock and he brought you up here immediately…'

"Malfoy…shocked…about me. That man is as mad as hatter, more likely the git hexed me and then dumped my body at the door just to cover himself up-though I should thank him for the gesture because now I can think about my headache for the rest of the day instead of my life" Harry mumbled to him self as he began to walk down to the Great Hall for breakfast.

Harry entered the Great Hall for breakfast as he did most mornings; he looked temporarily at the Slytherin table and took a fleeting glance at Malfoy, then like always would turn away the moment the blond noticed him and then walk straight for the seat across from Ron and Hermione-the one facing the Slytherin table. He really did loath sitting with those two in the morning because that was when they acted most annoying, they where all over each other like a swarm of bees fighting for a flower-as if spending the night alone was to much to bare for them, Harry thought bitterly as he stalked toward the exultant couple.

With his head already pulsing in agony Harry cringed when he sat down in front of his two-supposedly-best friends and mumbled a short good morning and began buttering a pathetic looking piece of toast, it would get him through Hermione's bickering tell supper where he would then just poke at his food and move it in all sorts of directions on his plate to make it look like he ate something. He jumped slightly when he herd Ron speak to him.

"Mate what are you doing over here?" he asked through a mouthful of food.

Harry dropped his toast and stared wide eyed at Ron 'so its come to this at last has it, you both ignore me and now you're dumping your once best friend in front of the whole damn school.' As much as he had told himself in the past he didn't care, he could feel tears welling up in his eyes. He stood abruptly and pulled himself together, he wouldn't allow them to break and embarrass him in front of the whole student body.

"Your right, I'm sorry for being in your way" Harry whispered bitterly, not willing to give anyone else who could be watching a show. He straightened his robes proudly, picked up his bag and left the Great Hall in one swift and easy motion; he didn't even take time to notice the looks of his friends or that of a certain blond Slytherin.

This day could not be getting any worse, Harry reflected hatefully to himself, 'fist I wake up in the hospital wing to find Dumbledore there telling me that Malfoy was bloody well worried about me, then I realize I have a splitting headache-probably because it was caused by Malfoy and now my best friends are try to dump in front of the whole school, oh yeah and not to mention its Monday morning and I have double potions…now all I need is Voldemort and his inferior sidekicks to come and kidnap me and my day will be set.'

As much as Harry would have loved nothing more then to just miss the whole days worth of classes he figured that would only make life more miserable, so with one last angry punch to the wall the Gryffindor stalked all the way to potions with his knuckles bleeding and his head pounding.

Harry was relieved to see that the door to his least favorite class was open; he quietly seated himself next to a Hufflepuff boy whose name he could not remember and pulled out his things as the class began to flow in. Harry was so worked up in his emotions while pretending to be fascinated by his parchment that he hardly noticed the odd looks people where sending him-however when a certain Draco Malfoy sauntered into the room it was to much for Harry not to look up.

Billowing robes and perfect elegant grace radiated the ashen-haired Slytherin, his pale and lavishing features reminded Harry of an angelic glow-which also made him have a strange sense of De-ja-vu. Though there was something different about Malfoy that just seemed so…

'He's looking at me…and…what….' Harry's thoughts where suddenly a blur as he could not even think straight let alone speak. Draco Malfoy, ice prince, junior death eater was stopped, shocked, slacked-jawed with the most hurt expression Harry had ever seen and he was staring right at the Gryffindor as if he where wearing an a dress and sitting on Voldemort's lap.

It seemed the boy was ready to say something when Severus Snape came stalking in the room in a heated fashion and slamming the door shut behind his wind storm of black robs-casing the blond to jump at sit right next to…

"Hermione" Harry all but choked as Malfoy assemble himself next to her as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

"Mr. Potter you would do well to remember not to shout across my class, ten points from Gryffindor for interrupting a professor" Snape snarled, leaving a still flabbergasted Harry Potter staring at Draco in bewilderment.

'My day just got a million times worse…I think I should start writing my will this class cause I don't think I can take much more of this-mind you I guess there is no point considering I don't have any one to give any to…maybe just Remus, and…'

"Mr. Potter as you are well aware I do not accept blundering idiots in my sixth year potions class. Now I asked you a question and I dare say if you do not answer it correctly you will no doubt have detention for a month." Snape was clearly gritting his words through his teeth; Harry could tell his anger was just aching to explode.

"Yes sir" the Gryffindor whispered as he stole another look at Malfoy only to find the boy staring wide eyed at Snape and not snickering at Harry.

"Good I am glad you seem to comprehend, now Mr. Potter could you please tell the class the main ingredient in Euphoria, which by the way is the potion you shall be starting on immediately after Mr. Potter gives us his answer."

'I know this, I know this, and the bastard had it written on the bored yesterday…fuck what it is….YES!'

"Sprig of peppermint, sir" Harry all but screamed in excitement at finally being able to answer a question, however the small sentiment of happiness drained completely when the potions master scowled and paired him with none other then Draco Malfoy.

The raven-haired boy was more then surprised to find Malfoy gathering his books and heading for Harry's table rather then making the Gryffindor come to him, but Harry was all to familiar with having the blond as a partner and as much as he liked when the boy made him think of there argument rather then his life-today he was not up for any of it.

Harry drew in a deep breath, he knew what was coming and he we would be damned if the blond got more then two words in, he was getting ready-and obviously for something that wasn't coming, because what he saw on Draco Malfoy's face was something he never knew the boy could mask: misery.

"Are you…"

Harry held up his hand to the stop the teen, he turned his gaze to Malfoy's silver orbs and spoke, "Look, Malfoy, I can only handle so much and today I am in no mood to listen to whatever it is you feel the need to argue with me about. As much as I know you have little respect for any one but yourself I am warning you to just leave. Me. the. Fuck. Alone. Understood? Tomorrow I'm sure I'll be in a good enough mood to deal with your shit."

Even though he and Malfoy had been rivals the past five Harry couldn't help but feel like a horrible heartless bastard-he had never seen the Slytherin cry before and he was sure that he was about to witness it. However before he could mutter an apology the blond stood abruptly, knocking back the chair in the process causing the whole class to pause and stare.

"Why…how could you say something so heartless…to me…Harry?" Draco stuttered as his flaming silver eyes began to glisten with water.

Had Harry not been so shaken he would have no doubt grabbed the blond before he could run out, slamming the potions door behind him. His head was spinning like wild fire and even though he knew-or at least thought it did-that Draco Malfoy loathed him Harry felt as if he had lost the only person who had kept him sane and feeling. He was going to fall and frankly he wasn't about to stop the darkness that was suddenly drowning his vision: he had just lost Draco Malfoy and for what ever reason it was killing him.

'He's going to ignore me just like every one else' it was all Harry could seem to think about before the howling voice of his professor stapled through his mind-bringing him back to the harsh reality that was his own.

"Potter, get. out. of. my. class. NOW!"

He did not need to be told twice, or even once for that matter. He seized his things as fast as possible and ran only to be pulled back by a one Hermione Granger.

"Harry what did you say to him?"

The Gryffindor couldn't even answer her; he didn't understand what was going on. He just pulled away from her grasp and continued to follow his feet, his walls of sanity where crashing down and every thing was slipping away. He was scarcely even aware when he dropped his bags and mounted his Fire Bolt, or when hot tears clouded his vision.

He flew like lightening, straight toward the sky-the heavens he so longed to see. If he was going to die he was going to do it right now, nothing to stop him-nothing to live for. In one quick and talented move Harry spun his broom around and came to a burning halt in the sky, the nose of his Fire Bolt pointed straight for the ground below.

As if seeing the Golden Snitch for the first time, the young Gryffindor seeker shoot toward the layers of grass and dirt below, moving with fast determination.

Faster he drove for the ground,

'if I just let the air take my I can see my mom and dad

Faster

'if I just let the air take me I can see Sirius'

Faster

'if I just let the air take me I can be free from…

"Draco?"

The blond was running toward the pitch, waving his wands-his mouth seeming to form words Harry couldn't make out, but it didn't matter now.

The ground was to close

The darkness.

A/N: Well there it is; second chapter. I don't really like it, but hopefully someone else does. Thanks for the reviews.