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Harry woke up in a panic, drenched in sweat. He quickly realized he was held by restraints which further infuriated him. He just wanted to die, why couldn't anyone understand that.

"Quit struggling and go back to sleep. Some people, unlike you, need their beauty rest." A sharp voice said in the dark. Harry turned and looked where the voice had came from, a rather handsome blond boy. A rather skinny boy as well. 'This must be my roommate,' Harry thought gravely. As Harry was about to reply and tell the blond boy to go fuck off, the blond boy turned away and went back to sleep. 'Bugger,' Harry thought in annoyance. Harry closed his eyes and began to think about why he was here. Of course he had tried to kill himself, but the issues resided earlier than that. He'd say it all started when he was but a mere babe, when his parents were both murdered. He still has that lightning bolt scar, the scar that was carved into his head, as a reminder of that night. His aunt and uncle said the reasons they were killed were, because of him. His freakish nature, caused them to be killed. What freakish nature? Harry didn't know, quite frankly. Anything he did, was freakish to his aunt, uncle and cousin.

He couldn't even kill himself properly. What a failure he was. He couldn't do anything right. He looked at the bandages on his restrained wrists. He remembers how it felt, having the blood pour out as he cut himself with the edge of the razorblade. It was exhilarating. Ironically, the only time he had ever felt like he was alive. He had cut before, clearly by the scars on his thighs and arms. But the night he tried to kill himself he planned to go further than he ever did. He wasn't scared of dying, he thought that dying would be the peace he needed. The infinite silence. And Harry really needed the silence.

No one tells you what depression is really like. Harry frowned, as he thought about how glamorized mental illnesses were in society. He didn't feel that deep sadness in his gut, no. He felt numb, painfully numb. Flat would be the better word. He just stopped giving a fuck. Why care when you're just going to off yourself anyways. Of course, that was the plan. And still is, he just needs to get out of here. He's a pretty good actor, if you asked him. No one suspected anything, so he could definitely fake getting better. Those thoughts floated away as Harry once again, floated away into peace, still drowsy from the sedatives.

Today was the day, Severus thought. Today was the day he saw the new ward of the hospital. Mr. Harry Potter, aka his beloved Lily's child. His goal was to get in and get out as fast as he could, for he didn't think he could handle the pangs of sadness when he would see Harry. For Harry's eyes were the exact color as his dear Lily's. He pushed open the door to the new wards room and entered. 'Thank Salazar,' Severus thought with relief as he noticed that Harry was still sleeping. The sedatives, definitely did the job. The boy needed his sleep, judging by the dark circles around his eyes. He quickly made a note on his clipboard about Harry's sleeping habits. Or rather lack of. Taking advantage of the fact Harry was sleeping he undid the restraints. Hesitantly, he was unsure of whether to take them off or leave them on. Not knowing how Harry would react once he woke up. But remembered he had sedatives on him, in case the brat wanted to cause a scene.

He quietly made his way to Draco's bed, careful not to wake both the boys up. He laid a kiss on Draco's forehead. And looked down in concern. The weigh in this morning had not gone good. In fact, Draco had lost three pounds. He should be gaining, when he's losing instead. It was beyond frustrating. His godson didn't want to get better. None of the kids here did. They all wanted to wallow in their unhappiness. He promised Lucius, that he would personally make sure Draco got better. But it was so hard when Draco wasn't helping himself and was in denial about the fact that he needed to get better. He couldn't blame the boy, knowing the rough upbringing he had. And with that tender kiss on the forehead, Severus went back to the Potter boy and began to wake him gently. Well as gently as Severus could.

"Potter, it's time to get up. Breakfast will be served soon." Harry awoke to a strange voice in his ear. His mind was groggy and he just wanted to go back to the silence of his mind. He didn't want to get up. He went to go turn to the other side of the cot, when he noticed that he could move. 'I can move!' Harry thought excitedly. His eyes snapped open following the new revelation. His eyes were granted with the sight of a stranger before him. A greasy haired bat, if you asked him. The man was tall, wearing white hospital scrubs.

Severus almost lost it when he saw the beautiful eyes open and look towards him. 'Just like Lily,' Severus thought with a pang of emotion. He cleared his throat in order to bypass the emotions inside of him.

"I see that you are up now. Good. I'm going to look at your wounds now. If you make any trouble, I won't hesitate to sedate you." Severus warned. Harry gulped, knowing the man would do just that if Harry made a scene like last night. He definitely didn't want to be sedated. The overwhelming feeling of not having control over his own body didn't sound like fun to him. He always wanted control, which is why he'd rather kill himself then have somebody else do it. He wanted to be the cause of his own death. With a deep sigh, Harry sat up and put his palms facing up, allowing the doctor to see the bandages around his wrists.

Severus went full professional mode. Wanting to get this done as quickly and efficiently as possible. He made sure not to grimace or show emotion when looking at the wounds. The patients didn't like that, he had come to learn. The wounds were deep, definitely the wounds of someone who had desperately wanted to end their life. It's a miracle that he lived through this. It would scar, that he knew for sure. The boy had many scars, Severus assessed as his eyes glanced towards the upper parts of his arms. He quickly sterilized the wound and rebandaged it. This took a total of five minutes, but felt like eternity for Severus. It was so hard not to look into the eyes of Harry. He wanted to protect the boy, much like his godson, Draco. He wanted the boy to live to know how selfish it was to hurt the body that Lily gave him. Harry could've been his own son. Severus quickly made up his mind, he was going to help this boy as much as he could. For Lily, he swore.

"How long do I have to stay here?" The voice awoke Severus from his thoughts.

Looking into those green eyes, he said simply, "until you get better."

Harry sighed. 'Until he got better,' that could take months, even years. He had never felt okay in his life. He had to play nice for now and then could later get that sweet release of the razorblade going across his skin. Though this time he would go deeper. Oh yes, much deeper.

"Thoughts of suicide? Don't worry we all have had them when we get here." The blond boy spoke. Harry didn't even notice when Severus has left, too absorbed in his morbid thoughts.

"You don't know what I'm thinking!" Harry snapped. Who was this arrogant arsehole. He spoke as if he was better than everyone, it reminded him of his cousin, Dudley. Yes, Harry could tell that him and his roommate would not be bonding anytime soon. And Harry was okay with that. He wasn't there to make friends.

"You looked nicer when you were asleep. My name is Draco by the way." Draco said with an air of disdain.

Harry rolled his eyes, "I don't care who you are. Leave me alone." Draco had had no problem with his new roommate until he had rejected his offer of friendship. Excuse him, for trying to be nice to the new boy. It hurt Draco, not that he would ever admit it to anyone except himself. Was he not good enough to have a friend? Seemed that way. Always seemed that way. People left, Draco knew. It was the way of life, no one really stayed. And if they did, they wanted something. Being a Malfoy most of his so called "friendships" were based on how much money his family had and his inheritance. None of it was ever, because they genuinely liked Draco. 'Except Blaise,' Draco thought with sadness. His first ever roommate, Blaise had been the one to teach him the ropes around here. He didn't care about his money or who his parents were. He liked Draco for him. And that meant so much to Draco. His first ever friendship. And his first heartbreak. When Blaise got released, it tore Draco apart. Draco never dealt with change well and selfishly hoped Blaise would stay in the ward and wait for Draco to get better. But Draco knew how excited Blaise was to get home to his gold digging mother. How different mother and son were. With those thoughts on his mind, Draco left the room and went to the dining hall to have breakfast. Knowing if he didn't he'd be attached to a feeding tube. He grimaced with that thought.

Harry watched his roommate leave the room without replying to Harry. 'Good,' Harry thought. He didn't need anyone. Only himself. His stomach growled and remembered the doctor had said something about breakfast being served soon. Wanting to not be late he rushed to leave the room.

'Wait...where even is the lunch room?' Draco would have definitely been a great help at a moment like this. Maybe he shouldn't of pushed him away like this. His stomach suddenly made a questionable sound. He was so hungry. 'Why did the institution have to be a bloody castle?' Harry thought annoyed.

'Oomf'

Someone hit him, or he hit someone. That's all Harry could think of before looking at the books scattered around the floor. Looking up, he noticed a girl with brown hair and brown eyes. Wearing hospital scrubs that looked like the cleanest he'd ever seen. 'The prettiest shade of white,' Harry thought before the sound of the girl clearing her throat brought him out of it.

"Oh, sorry. My bad. Let me help you." Harry quickly responded, bending down to help the girl collect her books. Looking down he noticed various book titles, varying about different mental illnesses. 'She must be a nurse,' Harry thought with disdain. She looked too young to be a nurse though.

"Thank you, my name is Hermione Granger. I'm an intern here. And you are?" The girl, the now known Hermione Granger said. She seemed pretty friendly, but again Harry wasn't there to make friends.

"Where's the lunch room?" Harry questioned bluntly. He really didn't want to miss breakfast. Hermione frowned.

"It's down the hall and to the left. Why don't I show you? I'll walk with you. It'd be great to have someone to talk to." Hermione said excitedly. Being an intern was hard, no one took her seriously enough to let her administer medicine or even clean the beds of the bedwetting patients. Plus, no one was even nice to her. They treated her like she didn't belong here, except the headmaster of course.

"No thank you. Goodbye." Harry ended the conversation swiftly. He was just so hungry, and the thought of talking to someone almost made him lose his appetite. Almost. And with that, he rushed to breakfast, opening up the double doors he saw four giant, long tables. He looked for a space that was occupying the least amount of people. Finding a space, Harry went to go sit down.

The food looked exquisite. He dug in, giving himself a healthy portion. He looked up and wished he hadn't. Everyone was looking at him. Shaking it off, because he was hungry. He started eating when a voice came from behind him.

"Having fun are we?" The voice was cold, as if all the happiness in the world had gone. Turning around, Harry's eyes were met with the most handsome man he'd ever seen in his life. Jet black hair and chiseled features. The boy smirked as he noticed Harry looking at him. Shaking his head, Harry got out of whatever staring he was doing.

Noticing the boy was waiting for a reply, Harry stuttered out, "not particularly."

"This is where I sit. Perhaps you got lost?" The boy said, smirking while cocking his head to the side. 'This boy was rude,' Harry thought. 'Trying to make him look like a fool,' no absolutely not would Harry be made to look like a fool. He turned back around and began to eat, ignoring the boys glaring. He could feel the tension, as the whole dining hall could. It was suspenseful, everyone couldn't tear their eyes away from the conflict.

"Move," the boy ground out. 'Aw, I guess he was being nice before,' Harry thought.

"No. Who even are you? You don't own this seat." Harry bit back distastefully.

"I'm Tom Riddle. I feel we haven't been properly introduced. See, I'm the wolf and you're the sheep. And you're in my way." Riddle said humorously before coming over to Harry and taking his plate of food and turning it over onto Harry's head.

Before Harry could respond, Draco rushed up to Harry and grabbed him by the arm.

"Sorry Tom, he's new. He won't do it again, I promise! Come on, Harry." Draco said with urgent haste. Harry didn't need his roommate or anyone fighting his battles for him. He made protesting sounds, but Draco kept pulling him. Harry duly noted that Draco actually had strength to him besides being a skeleton.

"Please, go to the bathroom, I'll help you get cleaned up. We need to talk," Draco whispered. Harry decided to give up trying to protest and just gave in to Draco's whims. He followed Draco, but not before glaring at Riddle with absolute hatred. Which was returned.

Harry sat down on the floor of the bathroom and was seething. "What?" Harry ground out.

"That's Tom Riddle. Don't mess with him. He's the favorite around here. All the staff love him. He doesn't get in trouble for anything." Draco gossiped, looking in the stalls to make sure no one was there besides Harry and him. Harry didn't care if Riddle was the favorite or not. 'He was a bloody jerk,' Harry thought.

"I don't care who he's the favorite of. He's a bloody arsehole!" Draco went and locked the bathroom door. The cameras might see them, but couldn't hear them.

"I know! But listen, you don't challenge Riddle. That's a huge mistake. Danny Jones, once challenged Tom and the next day he was nowhere to be seen. He was missing, they send search parties out. It was this huge deal, they later found him on top of the roof hanging, with a suicide note written in his own blood." Draco warned. Harry listened intently to the story, hanging on every word.

"So it was just a coincidence. You think Riddle had something to do with it? There are cameras everywhere here. There's no way. He would've been caught." Harry said in disbelief. Draco sighed exasperated.

"No! Harry, look, Riddle plays a dangerous game. He has dirt on the staff, not all of them like the important ones. But the security guards? Definitely. Plus, they couldn't find footage of the event. One moment Jones was in his bed and the next he wasn't. It was like magic, I swear. And you know what Riddle was brought in for, right?" Harry had an idea why Riddle was brought in, probably narcissistic personality disorder. Knowing that bloody, self absorbed, git.

"No, what?" Harry decided to keep the personality disorder to himself. Not wanting to sound like a fool in case he was wrong.

"He's a psychopath, Harry. The orphanage found him killing animals and apparently children go missing from there every time they do something bad to Riddle." This sounded like a ghost story to Harry. And while Harry, loved his horror films, he didn't really like the thought that there could be a murderer in the hospital with him. And he pissed off that said murderer.

"How do you know this, Draco?" Harry was curious, how would Draco know this much information about Riddle.

"My father told me when he came to visit. My father donates to the school and read his file. He wasn't allowed to, but he seemed pretty happy when he told me." Draco said dryly.

"Happy?" Harry questioned. Finally getting up and turning to the mirror he saw the damage done. Covered in food. Harry began trying to get the bits out of his hair with a towel.

"Probably happy that there was someone worse than his own son in here." Harry said nothing to that. Feeling a wave of emotion for the other boy. He felt like he wasn't supposed to respond to that, so Harry continued to try and clean himself up.

"Lets go to our room, you're gonna need some new clothes and to take a shower." Draco announced through the silence.

Harry nodded and went to unlock the door when Draco stopped him.

"Hey Harry, don't mess with Riddle. I'd hate to see you hurt." Draco said seriously. Harry nodded and thought to himself, 'is this what having a friend feels like?' He quickly squandered that thought and followed Draco down the long corridors to their room. Was it bad that Harry wanted to mess with the beast? He didn't owe Draco anything, they both knew that. But Harry thought it was better to play nice right now and leave Riddle alone unless he started something with him first.

Authors Note-

I worked really hard on this chapter and I love it! Hopefully you guys do too, :)