everything is going to be alright // drarry

chapter one

chapter one

Sirius is dead. My godfather is dead. The only person who remained in my family is dead.

I've been sitting in my room for the past week. I've just been staring at my wall. I've only gotten up to shower once. I haven't had anything to eat for the whole time I've been in here. I am very hungry and I am tempted to go down to the Great Hall for the first time in a week and eat breakfast, but I know I can't. I don't deserve it.

I could've saved him. Any of us could have died, but it had to have been him.

"Harry?" I hear Ron knock at the door quietly. I've locked everybody out of my room. I only let them in to sleep and then immediately when the sun rises, I make them get out.

I don't want to admit it, but I am depressed. I've lost everything that I had. I just want him back.

"Harry, are you coming down to breakfast today?" Hermione's voice calls through the door. I lean back on my bed and sigh.

I feel bad for not even answering them at all, but like i said, I'm depressed.

I lay back just as I do when I'm going to sleep. I turn to my side and see my Defense Against the Dark Arts book. Oh how I used to love that class.

That was my favorite class, especially when I was learning more things and was able to actually do magic. Everything has just gone to shit.

I also see my other books, however. I liked those classes too, when they had a purpose. All of them. I even kind of like potions. I was learning more about the wizarding world.

I groan and turn to my other side. I see the other beds in the room.

I'm being selfish.

I rip the covers off of me and hurry to the bathroom. I look at myself in the mirror. I look sleep deprived, even though I've slept almost every hour of this week.

Why did I let myself get this low?

Sirius is dead. Sulking around is not going to change that.

Voldemort is also out there and many people don't believe me. I mean, there is Dumbledore's Army, but they need me too.

I see that my hair is greasy and my skin looks like leather. I need food. And a good hot shower.

I turn the water on and take my clothes off while waiting for the shower to warm up. I see many of my bones sticking out of my body that weren't sticking out a few weeks ago.

I look away, not being able to look at myself any longer. I feel selfish.

After my shower, I don't bother brushing my hair, but I get dressed in my school robes and hurry down the the Great Hall. There's still time for me to eat breakfast without being late to my first class.

As I walk in, I see many people staring at me.

I quickly walk over to where I usually sit by Ron and Hermione and there is immediately plenty of food sitting on the plate in front of me.

"Hey, mate," Ron said. I give him a small smile and then look at my plate before digging in. I shouldn't have waited so long to eat.

The two of them wait for me to finish my meal.

"Are you ok, Harry? I haven't seen you for a week," said Hermione with sad eyes.

"I'm fine, Hermione. I am sorry. I am sad.. but I decided that I was being selfish," I told her, giving her a small smile.

"Harry Potter, you are not being selfish. You just are sad. We're here for you," said Hermione.

This is the reason why they're my best friends. They love and support me no matter what.

"Thanks, guys. Let's walk to class, yeah?" I asked, picking up my books and standing up. They both followed suit and we were off to DADA. I absolutely hate that class. Umbridge was the teacher and since I've been gone, i don't know who the replacement is. Besides, the class is with Slytherins. Ugh.

We're on our way to class until I am grabbed. I try to scream, but a large hand covered my mouth. The hand was large enough that I know for sure it is a guy.

I struggle against the larger man, but I am shoved into a medium sized, pitch black closet.

I try to adjust my eyes so I can see my attacker, but it's too dark. The assailant let go of me and moved away from me.

"Lumos," I whisper, bringing my wand out of my pocket. I shine my wand closer the the mans face.

Pale face and longish blonde hair that is almost white. Blue-grey eyes, that actually look sad. He looks way different than he usually does.

"Malfoy??" I whisper-shout.

"Harry," the blonde slowly said. I've only heard him call me by my first name once. That was five years ago.

"What do you want?" I snapped. The last thing I wanted to do was be trapping in a closet with Malfoy.

"Harry.. where have you been?" He asks slowly and quietly. I've never heard him speak like this. It's so strange. He also called me Harry again.. He's also avoiding even looking at me. What is going on?

"Um what?" I stutter. Why does he care?

"Where have you been?" He asks again in the same tone. I just give him a look to show my confusion.

"Listen.. I've been- whoa. Harry, are you okay? Have you been eating? Sleeping?" Malfoy asks, finally looking at me. I'm so confused.

"Why do you care?" I ask, genuinely wondering why the blonde is acting so strangely.

"Just answer the damn question!" He snapped.

"What the hell?" I shouted back. I looked at him. He looked concerned.

"Harry.." he whispered. He said my name again, but this time, it didn't feel weird. It kind of felt.. nice? He usually just spits my last name or calls me names.

I sigh. He's acting so so strange. We're enemies. What is happening to him?

"I ate my first meal in a week this morning. And I've been sleeping too much," I say. I'm just curious as to what he wants. He probably just wants to pester me or make fun of me.

"Why?" He asks. I look down. I don't want to talk about this to anyone, let alone Malfoy.

There's an awkward silence where I feel his gaze on me and I'm still just looking down at my shoes.

"I heard about Sirius. I knew he was your godfather. I'm sorry about that.." he said. Why does he care?

"Yeah and your aunt is the one who killed him," I snapped. For a second, I forgot who he was. But he's a Malfoy. Someone who comes from the enemy side.

"I had nothing to do with that, Potter," Draco snapped sharply, spitting out my last name with venom. He's back.

"You're a Malfoy and a follower of Voldemort. You have everything to do with his death!" I shouted back. He is very moody and I've only seen him in one mood before today, so it's very strange. One second he was soft and the next he's yelling at me. It's confusing.

"Just shut up, Potter! Leave me alone!" He shouted, walking out the door looking pissed. He slammed the door on his way out, very hard.

What? He brought me in here and was asking me questions and then storms out without warning. He was acting so strange. I wonder what's up with him.

At the same time, I don't really care. He's the enemy, I shouldn't even be talking to him.

I compose myself a little after the strange encounter and then walk out of the closet with a blank expression on my face.

Could this day get any stranger?