Drarry One Shots

London Bridge Pt 1

A/N ~ This story may be triggering. It includes suicide, depression, unsettling deaths, alcoholism, etc. I in no way claim to own any characters in this story.
Enjoy.

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... get up
... drink coffee
... read news
... go to work
... eat a boring lunch
... leave work
... get drunk
... come home
... get yelled at by wife
... sleep on couch
... repeat

That was Draco Malfoy's routine every day. Day after day after day after day. Mundane, boring, depressing. Frankly he regretting most aspects of his life. He married a woman knowing he was gay, and in love with Harry Potter. He hated his job. His kid killed himself 2 years ago. His wife was constantly in his face about everything. He began heavily drinking when his son died. He found him, hanging in his bedroom. He would never admit it, but he hardly sleeps because the image of it is burned into his brain forever. He knew his son wouldn't be proud of him now. He wasn't proud of him now. He hated himself, completely and truly hated himself. So many times he's considered suicide himself. He's considered leaving his wife, frankly she is probably planning on leaving him. He's considered writing Harry. He knew Harry hated him...

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... get up
... shower
... go to work
... go to lunch with a coworker
... finish work
... get dinner and drinks with Ron, Neville, or Hermione. Sometimes alone
... go home
... sleep alone
... be awoken by nightmares
... sleep again
... be awoken by nightmares
... sleep again
... be awoken by nightmares
... sleep again
... repeat

This was Harry Potter's daily routine. Most would say it's pretty normal, uneventful, but not boring. Apart from the nightmares that plagued him every night. The images of his wife, Ginny, dying. She was hit by a car crossing the road 1 year ago. The bastard drove away. He was caught a couple days later.  He was happy until then. Genuinely happy. Until that fateful night. He was right behind her. He watched. Watched as she fell against the cold pavement. Heard the crunches of her bones. He ran to her knowing she was gone. He sat with her in her last moments. Told her she'd be okay. Held her mangled bloody body in his arms until she went completely limp. Screaming. He sat there until paramedics pulled him away. He would never forget the gurgling noise she made as she tried to speak to him in her last few seconds. Every night he would wake in a cold sweat after nightmares filled with Ginny, alive, saying that it was his fault, then slowly her words turn into that god awful gurgle, and she slowing morphs from the beautiful, red headed, kind hearted, women he fell in love with and married into the mangled body that she was after the accident. Ron never blamed him, he and Hermione tried so hard to help him. They still do. Harry had many times considered ending his own life. One weekend when Ron and Hermione had been out of town, he decided to do it. He would jump from the London bridge. Saturday, June 15th 2016, he would end his life. 1 year after Ginny's death...

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Friday June 14th 2016... ~Draco~

"You worthless, no good, drunk, piece of shit!" Draco's wife, Astoria, screams at him as she throws a lamp. "I should have left you years ago! Get your shit and leave! Get out of this house! I never want to see you again! Kill your self for all I care! After all, you made Scorpius kill him self. It should have been you!"

"Do not blame his death on me! You played just as much of a roll in that as I did!" Draco yells back, tears in his eyes at the thought of his son. Finding him... his note...

"You killed my son!" she screams

"Our! Our son! He was my son too!"

"You were never a father to him!"

"I loved him!!!"

"You should have acted like it! You should have told him!"

"You think I don't regret that! I don't regret never saying something! You have no idea what I would give to tell him I love him!"

"If given the option you'd pick a glass of scotch over seeing him again!"

With that Draco went to their bedroom and collected a small backpack of 5 things.
A notepad
A pen
His son's note
A package of hundreds of letter he has written to Harry but never sent
And a necklace that Scorpius made and gave him when he was 6

Then he left. He walked until he found a hotel, stayed there for the night. And wrote his note.

To whom it may concern.
  My name is Draco Lucius Malfoy. My father was a death eater and is in azkaban, Lucius Malfoy. I've made mistakes. So many. I don't have the will to live anymore. No need to. My son is gone. My home is gone. The one person I ever truly loved, I treated like shit. And he's married. Harry James Potter. Harry... if you ever come across this. I'm sorry. So so sorry. I've enclosed a series of letters to you that I never sent. I'm sorry. Goodbye.

He planned on jumping of London bridge tomorrow morning.

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Harry sat in his office. Contemplating how to write this note. His note. His last words. His final statement. The note read as follows...

Dear Ron, Hermione, Anyone else who reads this..
  I'm so sorry. I have to do this. I can't go on. Not with the constant nightmares and reminders of Ginny's death. I'll never get the images out of my head. I can't take it anymore. I love you both so much, Ron, Hermione. Please. Go on without me. Forget about me. Have an amazing life. Enjoy your life. Cherish your children, each other, and everyone around you.. I'm so sorry. I love you both and thank you for being my family when I didn't have one to go to to. I'm sorry. Goodbye.

The left the note on his desk. He planned on jumping off London bridge tomorrow morning.

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Saturday June 15th 2016 ~ 1 year after Ginny died. The day both Harry and Draco chose to die ~ Draco ~

Draco put his note and letters in his backpack, they'd be with his body. He began the 3 mile walk to the bridge. He stopped at his favorite cafe for breakfast. Ordered his favorite sandwich, chips, and a milkshake. He gave a $100 tip to the woman he'd met many a time coming to this particular cafe. As he approached the bridge, a lady and what looked to be her son asked him to take their picture on the bridge. He accepted and took a picture of them. He walked onto the bridge and was hit by a cyclist...

  "Watch where you're going dick! You're in the bike lane!" The man yelled

Right as he got to the spot he chose to jump off of, he saw something. Someone. Standing on the railing about 20ft down. He'd recognize that curly dark brown hair anywhere. Harry Potter was about to jump. He bolted toward him and pulled him down.

  "What the hell are you doing?!" He yells

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Saturday June 15th 2016 ~ 1 year after Ginny's died. The day both Harry and Draco chose to die ~ Harry ~

Harry left the note on his desk, ordered a florist for Ron and Hermione. Roses. Their favorite. And he ate Ginny's favorite breakfast. Yogurt, raspberries, honey, and granola with a dash of cinnamon. As he walked to the bridge he bought lunch for a homeless man and gave him $200. He stood on the railing, hundreds of people zooming by him. Cars, bikes, buses, people walking. Never once asking him if he was okay, or pulling him down, or telling him not to. He was just about to jump when suddenly...

"What the hell are you doing?!" He hears a familiar voice yell. Draco Malfoy's voice.

To Be Continued...