About 2 weeks later, Harry Potter appeared again.

Harry was hovering over him when Draco woke up in the morning. Draco let out a yell and fell out of bed.

"Never do that again!" He scowled at the raven-haired teen. Who was laughing at him. Draco recognized him from last year so that would mean this Harry was 16 now.

An owl was waiting for him on his desk and he went to retrieve the letter that the creature carried.

Draco,

This is the last time you'll see a past-me. I'm 16 years and I'll be only staying for a few minutes. This is the most important memory and I want you to really pay attention. Good luck.
See you,

Harry.

Draco looked at the last 2 words; See you. That meant that Harry was coming back in his normal 17 year old state! Draco smiled.

Harry handed him the Pensieve without saying anything. Draco took it and sighed.

'Here goes.' He waved his wand and fell in.

Again, he was in Harry's dorm room. Again, he was holding the dagger. Draco watched in horror as Harry positioned the dagger at his wrist and slashed it. Blood immediately bloomed out and streamed steadily down his hands and onto the floor. Harry quickly slashed the other wrist too and the blood ran faster. Draco screamed and went over to Harry but he was helpless to do anything.

"Please, someone, help!! Harry is fucking dying here! I need help here, please, hurry!" Draco screamed and yelled and bellowed but nobody came. Harry slowly sat down on his bed and lay back. He closed his eyes while the blood was heavily staining his clothes, the bed and the floor. Draco wondered idly how much blood someone had.

The door opened and revealed Neville Longbottom. Draco never was so glad to see him. He watched as Neville froze in the doorway.

"HARRY! My goodness, what have you done?" Neville whispered and quickly retrieved a box from his trunk. He muttered a spell Draco couldn't quite hear and the blood gradually stopped flowing out of the bone-deep gashes on Harry's wrists.

"You are a coward Harry! I never thought you would be the one to take the easy way out!" Neville murmured while cleaning the wounds. He took some kind of salve out of his box and applied it to Harry's wrists. Slowly the wounds began to heal but they would still leave scars. Neville took out a –what Draco recognized as- Blood Replenishing Potion and pried Harry's mouth open.

He poured the liquid into Harry's mouth and massaged his throat so Harry would swallow it. Draco had to hand it to the boy; he was very skilful in fixing Harry up. He wasn't a disaster walking around now.

After what seemed like ages, Harry woke up. Neville was at his side in an instant.

"How are you feeling Harry?" he asked concerned. Harry groaned and sat up slowly.

"I'm still alive. What do you think?" he replied sarcastically.

"I should really hex you and kill you myself right now Harry! What were you thinking, taking your own life?!" Neville was really angry this time and it scared Draco to no end. Harry refused to talk and turned his gaze to the floor.

"Why would you want to kill yourself? Oh… Is it…has it anything to do with…Sirius?" Neville asked awkwardly. Harry's head shot up and he pinned Neville with his glare.

"I deserve to die for what I did to him! I killed him Nev, I fucking KILLED HIM!!!" Harry yelled. Neville did not jump back however, and sat down next to Harry.

"That was not your fault Harry!! It was all Voldemort!" he said firmly. Harry looked at him incredulously.

"Just like it's not my fault that Cedric died? Or all the other innocent people that had to die because I still haven't defeated Voldemort?!!" Harry snarled. Draco really couldn't believe Harry was thinking like that! Neville gave him an angry look and slapped him hard across the face. Harry looked at him with a hurt look in his eyes.

"Sorry, but you were getting ridiculous! It is not your fault!! Are you sure there is nothing else?" Neville asked. Harry glared at him.

"You seem to have all the answers, why don't you tell me?"

"Okay. Did you know that you've been staring at Malfoy a lot? Without hate in your eyes, I might add. Harry, don't take offence but; are you gay?" he asked carefully. Harry looked past Neville with a disgusted expression on his face.

"Sadly yes. I've been trying to find some info on how to get rid of it but I'm not successful in it so far. So this was my next and last option. Guess it didn't work." Neville was shocked.

"Why would you want to get rid of that?! It's perfectly normal…"

"It disgusting! I feel filthy all over and it's just plain sick!" Harry said viciously. Neville's eyes narrowed and he looked at Harry with a cold expression.

"Do you think I'm disgusting, filthy and sick?"

"No of course not…wait…are you gay Nev?" Harry asked incredulously. Neville nodded.

"Yes I am. I've got a boyfriend even." Neville said dreamily. Harry was shocked to say the least.

"Who?"

"Theodore Nott, Slytherin."

"WHAT!! Why don't I know this?!" Harry demanded and Draco was wondering how he could have missed that little fact.

"Because I haven't told anyone yet. We agreed to keep it a secret because of his family being Death Eaters and stuff. He isn't one however. So I'm guessing you're crushing on Malfoy?" Harry turned sad again and laid down on his bed. He curled up into a little ball.

"It's ridiculous. I don't stand a chance, he hates me." Harry choked up. Neville sighed and laid down next to him. He gently wrapped his arms around Harry and just held him.

"It's all going to be alright Harry. If you want to talk, I'm here. Just don't do anything stupid like that again okay?" Harry nodded. They both fell asleep.

Draco smiled and stepped out of the memory. Harry was still in his room.

"So, I guess this is goodbye then. Hurry to the infirmary, he'll wake up soon." Harry whispered and disappeared. Draco quickly went to the Hospital Wing and sat down on Harry's bed.

"I can't believe you tried to kill yourself! Don't ever do that again Harry, please! I need you. I love you Harry! I don't want to lose you," Draco sobbed and curled up next to Harry. He cried himself to sleep.

When he woke up, he felt arms around him. He was confused so he looked around, only to have his attention drawn to a pair of emerald green eyes. Open eyes.

"Harry?" Draco gently sat up and he saw Harry smiling at him.

"Hello Draco." Harry whispered.