Love Me Goodbye - A Harry Potter Fanfiction

Chapter one - Returning to the place that I used to call home

Before you start reading:
It might feel like I have changed the characters from the original Harry Potter books and movies, but I just want to let you know that I have not. This story is written from Edmund's perspective, and he is a rude and arrogant little shit (honestly) and therefore it might be different to read this compared to the real books. If you stay with me through the story, it will all make sense. My character doesn't see the familiar characters in the same way that Harry Potter did/does, but he will.
That was all I had to say. I hope you enjoy the story.

Edmund's POV.

It was when we stood in the middle of the chattering crowd, captivated by the colorful robes and peoples loud laughter, that he had told me.

The familiar scent of sweat hung in the air like raindrops and the grey, compact concrete beneath me was starting to hurt under my flat shoes. Just a few seconds earlier, I had been busy with eavesdropping at people's exciting gossip about Harry Potter meeting the Dark Lord at the Ministry of Magic, but when I heard what Draco had said, the voices from outside died out and all I could hear was the blood pumping in my veins and everything around us turned into a big blur.

I didn't believe what I had heard at first. I refused to believe it. I wanted to think that it maybe was a sick joke that he played on me, but deep down I knew it wasn't. He would never joke about something like that.

"You can't stay with me this summer." He had bursted out. When the sentence finally got through and into my head, a lump found its way to my throat. I couldn't swallow it, nor speak my way around it. I remember how my heart beat faster until my chest hurt and the black robe I was wearing was suddenly way too hot to wear, but taking it off was the last thing I thought about doing. I may have considered to hit him. Maybe just slap him, right across the face, just to make him feel the same way that I was feeling. I didn't, but god, I wanted to do it.

"Please Draco, don't do this." I had begged desperately. I could tell that it wasn't a joke, he was serious about me not coming with him. He didn't change his mind at my pleading and we had a small argument back and forth, me asking him why I couldn't come with him and him, avoiding the question. He just mumbled a quiet 'sorry' before turning around and making his way through the crowd. He didn't even explain why he left me at the narrow platform.

I was so caught off guard that I didn't follow him. I didn't run after him or cry after him. I just watched his back, covered in his black robe, melting into the surroundings. His blond hair got harder to spot by the second, as he walked away, leaving me all alone.

It was the first time in three years that I hadn't lived with him during the summer break. The fact that my best friend no longer wanted me by his side hurt more than I thought it would. It hurt more than I should've ever allowed it too.

I had been so surprised that I didn't move for minutes, back at the platform. The mass had gotten smaller, the chattering had gone quiet and Draco was long gone. I realized that I had to start moving, to go somewhere, but it hit me that I had nowhere to go. Draco have always been my safety, my home, and I have always put my confidence in him. Now it was suddenly all gone and I stood alone in the world with nothing.

Eventually, I had to face the fact that what scared me the most, wasn't that I didn't have anywhere to go. What scared me the most was that I only had one place to go. And it was the last place on earth that I wanted to be at right now.

I could tell you that my family isn't horrible, but that would be a lie. They truly are horrible people, believe it or not.

It started when I was eleven years old, and I began at Hogwarts together with my twin brother. You see, my family's been Gryffindors for generations. My siblings are Gryffindors, my parents, my grandparents... You get the general idea. Everyone is, or was, Gryffindors. Except for me. For some reason, a greater power decided to put me in Slytherin.

I knew that Slytherin wasn't the house that you would like to be sorted into, but never could I imagine how my family would react to it. I thought it wasn't a big deal, but apparently it was to my parents who stopped talking to me.