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CHAPTER ONE
Harry was wandering the halls of the broken castle, which were now mostly fixed, it was dark, so dark that he thought no one would be awake at this time of night, why he was up this late you ask? Well that's because of the nightmares he has, and ever since the war they have just gotten worse, he couldn't have a peaceful sleep without being plagued by nightmares of his parents, of his friends, and of his teachers all dying, of course, he wasn't the only one with this problem, but another thing that worried him was the fact that Draco Malfoy occupied his every waking thought, though that wasn't anything new at all, it always been this way since the day they met, but now he couldn't even think about anything else but Draco and since the beginning of eight-year he hasn't seen the boy, except when they were re-building and he hasn't seen him eat at all, Malfoy now had hollow cheeks and his clothes looked like they were hanging off a skeleton, and his eyes which were once a vibrant pale blue or shining sliver with specks of the ocean blue which glowed when the light hit them just so, those same eyes the occupied harry's mind at all times , those same eyes that made harry feel better after a tough day, those same eyes that belonged to the boy he found fascinating yet really, really annoying and egotistic ,yes those same eyes glowed no more, they did not shine in the light as they once did when he smiled because that was a feat he hasn't performed in months, and in place of those shining eyes there was only a hollowed out shell of the former person, his eyes where dark and dull, they have lost their spark and harry could see him slowly slipping through the cracks, he just hoped that Malfoy was faring better than he was, he so desperately wanted to help but he didn't know where to begin, and even if he did would Malfoy let him? I think not, wouldn't you?
Yet he couldn't help growing worried for the boy, but he didn't know how deep those feelings ran. as he rounded a corner he heard footsteps and hushed voices, he quickly hide under his cloak and pushed himself into the shadows, 'who in their right minds would be awake at this time?' he wondered, then the voices grew louder, the first voice he registered was pansy saying " what do you mean you're fine? We found you collapsed in your room which was locked by the way, and you didn't touch any of the meals I've given you for the past three days" harry's heart dropped as he thought about who she was talking to, though he had a feeling he knew who it was he didn't want to think about it until he heard the voice that confirmed his suspicions about it , "of course I did eat the food you gave me pansy, and has for why my door was locked can't a person get their privacy? Besides you know how hard it is being in this place" he said his voice heavy with sadness and thick with emotions, and silence followed, then another voice piped up, "dray, you know we care about you and I know that you're hurting, I just want you to know that we're here for you no matter what or who's in our way, just like always" the voice finished and pansy and draco both replied at the same with "always" and with that the footsteps faded and harry was left there stunned, he felt slightly hurt after he overheard them so he decided that maybe just maybe he should keep a closer eye on draco Malfoy and with that thought in mind he went back to bed, even though he couldn't sleep he felt slightly peaceful. After what felt like hours but was only ten minutes, he decided that he should go to the astronomy tower and view the stars until he felt tired then he would come back
DRACO
Since we came back to Hogwarts I couldn't sleep, I couldn't eat, I couldn't bring myself to do anything of the sort , and all because this mark that littered my skin, every day someone new would either physically hurt him or mentally abuse me, I couldn't blame them though it was my fault if only I gave my wand to dumbledoor like he asked then he wouldn't have fallen, and now people are saying that my father was a death-eater which wasn't the case in a long run, my father wasn't a death eater, no-one in my family was a death eater, that much I believed no matter what anyone else said, it was a good thing pansy and blaise didn't know about the people physically abusing me, it was an even better thing that blaise didn't know, he was my self-appointed big brother or protector, he could barely handle when they mentally abused me, if he knew they were physically abusing me he would do something that would get him in trouble and he would be in a lot more trouble than he already was for having the dark mark and I didn't want that to happen to him, I closed my eyes and waited for sleep but it wouldn't come and I was left alone with my thoughts, which was not a good thing, so I did the only thing I did when I was left alone and sleep couldn't come, I took my robe and put a small but sharp knife in my pocket and I set out for the astronomy tower.
As I walked to the tower the memories and visions of the war hit me hard, I wanted to scream and shout, to cry and hide but I couldn't, not yet, not until I reached the tower, I couldn't cry where everyone could see me, so I willed my tears back and walked in the tower right where dumbledoor took his last breath and I took out my knife and lined it up with the other line of cuts which were still fresh, I recounted the events of the war and the deaths of all of those who served in the war, one cut for each life lost, one cut, two cuts, three cuts, as I raised the knife to make another I heard someone yelling, " stop! what are you doing" the voice said, and before I knew what was happening someone was by my side and they had a hold on my wrist and they were taking my knife, I looked up at the person my eyes filled with panic and fear at what they might do to me and I saw, "potter?".
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