mental// drarry

chapter one

"Now I have you, Potter!!" A shrill menacing voice rang through Harry's ears, as fear exploded through his body. He was running, running as fast as he could. The sound of leaves crunching and his heavy breathing filled the air. He was crying, bawling his eyes out, as his vision became hazy. He tripped over a root from one of the trees, and he felt a presence behind his back. He turned around, and came face to face with Voldemort. "Thought you could run away from, Potter?" his shrill voice said, menacingly. Potter cowered in fear, and he started to cry. "Crying, Potter? Surely you are missing your mum. Wishing she was here with you? Stupid girl, she saved you from me. But look around!! Is she here now, Harry? She can't save you. You are doomed." He whispered into Harry's ear, as he shuddered from the words that were spilling out of his mouth in a hiss. With his utmost strength, he punched Voldemort, as he got to his feet. Voldemort had doubled over as a shriek of pain left his mouth. His eyes were full of fury as he gazed up at Harry. Harry wobbled, being fear-stricken as he began to bolt onwards through the Forbidden Forest. He ran as fast as his legs could take him, but soon yelped in pain as he felt himself falling, falling, falling until his body hit the ground. He had heard "Petrificus Totalus" being bellowed from afar. He slowly realized that he was hit with the full body-bind curse. He groaned in great discomfort. He was flipped over and came face to face with Voldemort agin. No tears came this time, as he trembled, awaiting for something else to happen. "This ends now, Potter," Voldemort bellowed. Harry shut his eyes as he heard the words, "Avada Kedavra" being uttered and he felt himself slowly going into a deep sleep...

"HARRY!! HARRY!!"

He was awoken with a start, his forehead was covered in a cold sweat. His already messy hair was sticking up and even messier than usual. His cheeks were stained with tear tracks, and his throats felt sore. He was shivering as he turned over and saw three concerned faces peering back at him. He gazed around his surroundings, momentarily forgetting where he was. He had thought that he was back in the Forbidden Forest as a hallucination came over him. But he shook his head and realized that he was actually in Hogwarts. And that he was not dead. He was safe. He was convinced that he was going to see the white, skull-like face gazing at him, but he sighed in relief when he had realized where he was.

"Harry, are you alright?" asked Professor McGonagall, her eyebrows furrowed in worry.

Seamus and Ron stayed behind her, silent. Their eyes were brimming with tears, as they gazed upon Harry.

Harry didn't know how to answer the question. He thought back to his nightmare, at the fact that he had come face to face with Voldemort. He had already defeated him, but he had become traumatized by the event. He can still hear his screams of pure joy upon casting great pain upon Harry. He had given so much torment to Harry, as his mental health had crumpled and he had no idea why he was still alive. He felt as though he should be dead. He didn't deserve to be alive. All his loved ones had died in the process, as Harry's eyes slowly brimmed with tears upon remembering the loss of his god father, the only person that he actually felt cared about him. The only family he had left, well after the Dursley's. He sighed, and he shrugged his shoulders.

"I'm not sure," He finally replied, after a moment of silence.

"You were screaming again," Ron uttered, his face purely solemn upon remembering the sight of seeing Harry thrashing and screaming. Seamus nodded in agreement, as Harry looked around once more. He realized that his covers were tangled around his legs, and that his bed was a mess. He slowly looked up at them again, his face written with pure embarrassment.

"I apologize." Hardy uttered, his face heated.

This was not the first time he had a nightmare, as he recollected all the times he was awoken and told that he was screaming and thrashing around. It had become normal for him. He didn't like it to have become normal, and he didn't really want to tell anyone that he was having nightmares about Voldemort, even though he was long gone. He didn't know how to put it into words, and he shook his head at himself. He slowly got up from his bed, with the help of Ron, and he made his way to the common room. Professor McGonagall was left at his dormitory, as she pleaded at him to stop, but she gave up. She, as well, made her way to the common room and left.

People were muttering all around him, and looking at him suspiciously. Hermione was waiting for them by the fireplace, as Harry collapsed into one of the chairs, with Ron following suit.

"Everyone is worried about you, Harry. You keep waking everyone up with a start! Even I could hear you screaming, and I was in the girl's dormitories," Hermione said, her tone dripping with worry. Harry shook his head and uttered out "I'm fine" when Hermione took him by the shoulders and shook him.

She gazed upon him gravely as she said to him, "You are not fine!! You are not okay! You need to talk to someone."

"Well, I want to kill myself," Harry said, gazing her with the utmost sadness.

Hermione looked at him, bewilderedly. She let out a chuckle that had no emotion behind it as she whispered, "Are you joking?"

Now it was Harry's turn to look at her bewilderedly. "No," He said, his face still covered with sadness.

"No you don't! You have so much to live for. We all love you, and you can't go and kill your self!" She said, exasperated.

Ron frowned, and silently agreed with Hermione.

Harry sighed heavily, and shrugged. "But I do."

Ron and Hermione shook their heads. "We don't believe you. You are too strong. And, that's so stupid to want to kill yourself. It just will get rid of all the things you've done!! You should feel happy! Rejoice that you killed Voldemort. It just.. seems you want more attention," muttered Ron. He couldn't even look at him in the eyes. Hermione slowly nodded.

Harry looked at him, gaping. He felt as though he was betrayed. He didn't want any more attention than he already got. With the big scar on his forehead, and the tale of his parents being killed, and him defeating Voldemort.. more attention would just make his head explode.

"We just think that you are too strong to feel that way." Hermione said.

Harry rose from his chair, furious. He ran out of the common room, through the stairs and into the library. With his blind rage, he bumped into someone. He groaned out in pain as he looked up, and his heart sank.

"Hello, Potter." sneered Draco Malfoy. The last person he wished to see.