𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐍

Prologue

Title: Onto Eden

Length: IV chapters

Pairing: Harry/Draco

Genre: Major Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Tragedy, Romance

Warnings: tearjerker

Summary: Harry often wondered what happened to his ex. Can he handle it when he finds out?

Prologue

Harry stared out the window at the bleak London sky, waiting for news of his friend. He wasn't particularly concerned-thing like this happened a lot in his line of work-but he didn't think he could deal with another void in his heart.

"Mr. Potter?"

He turned around to face the doctor in the white coat. He smiled at him reassuringly.

"Your friend is fine. The bullet merely grazed her side, breaking two ribs, but her internal organs are unharmed. She should be discharged in another week to heal at home."

"Can I see her?"

"She's sedated and won't come around till morning. I suggest you come back tomorrow."

He thanked her, breathing a sigh of relief, before making his way down the sterile corridor. He hated hospitals. Too many of his comrades had died here. He was about to turn the corner towards the exit when a flash of almost white hair caught his eyes. Before he could stop himself, he turned around to have a better look, eyes widening when he recognized the slender man. He wore a simple, black trench coat and his white-blonde hair stood out like a beacon in stark contrast. He stood in a long line to the pharmacist's window and Harry vaguely wondered what he was doing there before the reality of it all slammed into him.

Heart hammering, he raced the exit and down the steps, sinking down on the last one, panting from the exertion. He couldn't believe it. It had been a whole year since Harry had had any contact with the blonde and their particular departure hadn't been pleasant. He closed his eyes and took deep breaths, trying to push away the flood of memories washing over him.

He had thought he was over him, but his heart was telling him otherwise. Breathing hard, he sank onto the steps, hugging himself, eyes still closed. The wind whipped about his hair, chilling him to the bone, but he hardly heard it.

He was back in time-their last year flashing before his eyes. It was a day after his twenty-fourth birthday . He remembered fingering the little box nervously as he approached his boyfriend. They had been living together for three years now and Harry thought it was time.He remembered the shock and astonishment in those grey eyes when Harry knelt at his feet, taking his hand and holding out the ring.

"Draco, will you marry me?" he had hoarsely asked and Draco had only stared. A million emotions flitted in his almond eyes till he sank to his knees, cradling Harry's face in his hands and kissing him softly.

"I love you, Harry," he had said in a voice that was growing softer by the years. "I love you more than anything, but...I can't do this. I can't marry you."

And just like that, their world crumbled. Doubts filled Harry's mind. He wondered where he had gone wrong-wondered if Draco had another man in his life. They had ugly fights and Harry spent more time on the couch than in bed. One night, a week before Christmas, he came home to an empty house.

There was no trace of Draco save for a note tacked to the fridge in his small print.Harry,

I'm leaving. I can't do this anymore. Please, don't blame yourself. Some things just aren't meant to be. Forget me and move on.