Days passed, and Harry didn't feel any better. Ron and Hermione seemed to be having the time of their lives. Luna and Ginny were laughing alongside Neville, working hard and prancing around in carelessness. They seemed to do everything to take their minds of the terrible events of earlier that year.
After a month of trying his best, Harry gave up. There was no point. He didn't see why he should do it. He had so little to live for.
Everyone saw him as the hero. 'Harry Potter', the Boy Who Lived, who had saved so many lives. Yet they didn't see the real Harry, the one who killed so many, the one who had the whole war and future of the wizarding world on his shoulders. The Harry Potter ho had killed Fred and Tonks and Remus and Snape and Colin and so many more. So many innocent lives could have been saved if he had just come to his death earlier.
He was so deep in his thoughts he had barely noticed the commotion in the Great Hall.
"I'm tired of you Draco!" the curly black haired boy who Harry had seen hanging around with Draco yelled.
"I didn't do anything!" Draco said back, his voice cracking.
"You-your people killed my parents!" the boy screamed.
"I-the-they're not my people!" Draco replied, fighting back tears. He seemed to be losing the only friend he had had.
"I thought we were friends Marcus!".
"Oh, we were! But I found out- you were a death eater!".
"I-no-well-i was! But- Marcus! I didn't kill them!".
"You were part of the group that did!"
"I was forced!"
(TW:HOMOPHOBIA)
"Nobody was forcing you, you stupid gay fa***t!"
Everyone fell into silence.
Draco's hands fell, and he gulped.
"You don't understand Marcus. You never will,". And then he walked away, tears falling down his face.
YOU ARE READING
Seventh Year Vibes
FanfictionHarry, Hermione and Ron return to Hogwarts for eight year. They're surprised past enemy Draco Malfoy has returned too- but after an appalling incident, he's left to tears. And so it seems like it's up to The Boy Who Lived to help....
