Picking up the Pieces of Our Lives -Drarry

Chapter 11: Let's Continue It

Harry

"Oi! Harry, mate, what's wrong? You look upset, are you alright?" Ron said, his voice calm, pity in his eyes.

"Yeah, I'm fine, but I don't think Malfoy is..." He replied

"What do you mean, Harry? We know he's been depressed and stuff, but he looks fine to me." said the freckled ginger

"No, Ron, you didn't see it. He has bandages covering his arms, with blood on them!! And I could see some cuts that the bandages didn't cover!" Harry said hotly. The other boy paled and Hermione stepped in to respond for him.

"Merlin, Harry! We have to tell someone! As much as I don't like him, I still don't want to hear about him hurting himself!" She said, looking flustered.

"I know, Hermione, I wanted to talk with him after class, but he just ran away! I have a really bad feeling about this whole thing..."

"You should go and find him, it's a free period so he can't be in any classes, Ron and I will go and find a teacher and if we can, Professor McGonagall."

"Gotcha. I have to get the map, but I got the cloak on me. Wish me luck..." The Gryffindor said with a dry chuckle

Harry had made it up to the dorms when he saw Malfoy walking swiftly away. Harry hurried to grab the map and put on the cloak to find the blond, quick. He had no idea why, but he felt like something very bad was going to happen very soon, and he needed to be there to prevent it.

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Harry had lost Malfoy a couple times and he snaked around the castle, the other boy keen to avoid other students. Every here and there, he stumbled over his feet, trying hard to not reveal himself. When he did this, Malfoy would flinch and look around wildly before telling himself no other student was around, that he was safe from them.

As the pair reached the top of the astronomy tower, Harry couldn't help but to feel nervous and panic stricken, being where one of his last father figures had died. When at the top, Harry watched as Malfoy spoke aloud to himself.

"Well, I guess this is the end, isn't it... You did all those things to live only to die now, how pathetic!" Harry could hear the other boy's shake with hatred for himself.

"It can all end now, where it all began, I suppose..." The Slytherin boy's voice cracked as he raised his wand. Harry didn't understand what the Slytherin meant at first, but then he realized what he was going to do.

"Avada-"

But before the blond could finish, the Gryffindor shouted

"EXPELLIARMUS!!"

The wand was shot right out of the other boy's hand, he pushed his body  up against the railing of the tower.

"Who's there!" The blond shouted. In that instance, Harry threw back the cloak to reveal himself. The other boy looked stunned for a moment, before snapping back into reality.

"Walk away from the edge, Malfoy..." Harry said calmly, wand at the ready in case the blond tried to do anything.

"Why? So that the Golden Boy, precious Savior of the Wizarding World can say he saved another life?" He spat, his eyes watering, although his voice was steady,

"No, Malfoy, you may think that I don't like you, but you can't be dense enough to think I want you dead. Now step away from the edge of the tower." the Gryffindor said softly,

"Sure...you may not want me to die, whatever, but there certainly are others that would like me gone!" Malfoy bit.

"So what, its not like you didn't have people criticizing you before, why do you decide to do this now? Don't you have anything to live for? Your parents, friends, anything?" Harry asked as he starts to inch his way to the Slytherin.

"Why do I decide to die now? Probably because now, I have no reason to live! I tried to find things, I tried to love myself, but anytime I thought I was worth anything more than a knut, I look down and see this!" the other boy raises up his arm and pushes back his bandages to reveal his Dark Mark, covered in varying severity of cuts. When he knew Harry had seen it, he fixed up his arm and faced the other direction. "And as if I'd ever want to be around those people who call themselves my parents..."

"Why don't you like your parents? I know your father was a Death Eater, but what about your mum?"

The blond turned back to face Harry once more. "My father had become one of them, so when he failed, I had to take his place. My mother didn't even try to stop them from making me into one of them! " He shouted. Malfoy's hair, normally in immaculate condition, was now tousled and unkempt, which made the situation more unnerving.

The blond continued "You know, there was only one reason why I decided to put off this whole thing, and it was because of someone. I had a reason to live, but it was only to see if they cared if I died...I love them, so much, but if I ever told anyone, well... If they knew I loved them, a bloody Death Eater, they would probably be the one to push me off the tower. I wouldn't blame them."

"Malfoy, please...just step away from the edge, you don't have to do this!"

"But alas, I do..." the Slytherin said, a bittersweet smile found itself on his face as he sat on the railing and jumped off the tower.

"No! Malfoy! Wingardium Leviosa!"

Next thing Harry knew, he had a feather light Malfoy sobbing on him. Harry could make out a few of the words he said, but the just turned into sniffles and cries. They were things like "I'm tired of living", "Waste of space", and "Better off dead". The way Malfoy was acting reminded Harry so much of himself right after the war.

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He had no idea how he did, but he managed to get Malfoy to the hospital wing before classes resumed. Madam Pomfrey thanked Harry profusely for informing her on what he had been doing to himself and for saving his life. Professor McGonagall had given the three the rest of the day off after all of that. Harry decided he would much rather go to class than take the day off. The last thing he wanted was more free time to think about the whole situation. Malfoy had one reason to live, and it was about someone he fancied, but they wouldn't like him back. Harry felt an odd burning in his stomach at the thought of Malfoy with another girl. The raven haired boy couldn't focus at all for the remaining classes. All he could think about was how thin the other boy had been and how he had just been so ready to die.