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You're Alone - Hogwarts AU

Dakota was a Ravenclaw. He was a sad Ravenclaw, with scars on his wrists and the like.

Lily was a Hufflepuff. She was a happy-go-lucky Hufflepuff, as most of them are.

One day, Dakota was in The D.A.D.A. Professor's office, and he heard a rattling sort of noise from a trunk in the corner. He was unsure of what it was, and the Professor had left him alone. So, he walked over and opened the trunk.

Out popped his older sister, Sunny. She stood up and sneered at him. "It's you? Ugh. You're a sad excuse for a person. Why'd you have to open the trunk?"

Dakota stepped back, surprised. He said nothing, and Sunny began to spin. She stopped, and suddenly wasn't spinning anymore. It was his mother, Star. She frowned at him with disdain.

"You'll never accomplish your dreams. How will you become a doctor with that Poppy girl if you can't even save your own mother?" She asked him.

Star began spinning, just as Sunny had, and when she stopped, she was Dakota's father, Aries. 

He growled. "You'll never amount to anything. No one knows you exist. You really should just stop trying. Go kill yourself. It's the only thing you'd be good at."

Over and over, the bogart spun into someone new. Dakota was simply watching, listening, hurting. And then, the bogart spun into a cute little Hufflepuff with bright blue eyes and dark purple hair. The girl who usually wore a sweet smile wore an awful smirk.

It was Lily. Dakota was friends with Lily. She was always really nice and sweet and adorable. He couldn't imagine her saying something cruel.

And then she did.

She stepped towards him, slowly. "You're alone." She took another slow step. "No one loves you. No one cares about you. Anyone who's ever spoken to you feels that they've wasted their time on you." She stepped towards him again, and he started stepping away, choking back the tears. He rarely ever cried.

"Did you think that someone would actually love you, or just like you, or even enjoy your company? Because they don't. No one does. You're a sad waste of space. You'll never find anything worth while."

He still said nothing, just kept stepping away. He ended up tripping, and falling backwards. She laughed at him.

"A clumsy nothing."

He continued shoving himself away from her, even though he was on the ground now. She just kept coming closer. Eventually, he hit the wall, and she kneeled down next to him.

"You'll never be happy. You know that. Even if you don't, there's a dark part of you, hidden away, that knows you'll never find happiness. You'll never be a doctor with Poppy, you'll never be with your mother or sister ever again, your father will never want anything to do with you, you'll never get married and have that science-loving baby girl, and you'll end up sad. And alone." She laughed slightly. "But you already know that."

He stared at the floor. A tear rolled down his cheek.

And suddenly, Lily stood up, and turned around. He heard a splat. When he looked up, he saw two Lilys. One, which looked very angry, and they other, which had a cupcake smashed into her face. The upset one raised her wand.

"Riddikulus!" The cupcake faced Lily was suddenly covered head-to-toe in fluffy pink and purple feathers, with a light-up New Year's hat to top it off. She growled and walked across the room, back to her trunk.

The real Lily followed her, slamming the trunk shut behind her. She rolled her eyes, mumbling, "Bogarts..."

She looked over at Dakota, but he was gone.

The next day, he didn't show up to any of his classes. Lily was worried, so she went to look for him. She couldn't find him.

About a week later, students were complaining about the scent of death from a locked supply closet that no one ever went into or had the key for. One of the ghosts had investigated, and found Dakota, covered in his own blood.

After that, no one really talked about him. Lily became a stone-cold monster, and no one knew how to fix her. Eventually, Lily disappeared too.

However, every once and a while, if a student is suicidal, they say that two people come to talk to them, and coax them out of their depression. A boy, with scars and slits all over his wrists, and a girl, with a rope burn around her neck.

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My Hufflepuff followed the example her crush set, greeeat.

I'm gonna go away now.