!Warning! Self-harm, attempted suicide, overdoses, implied abuse, and the Daily Prophet...
:Friday:
Harry sits in the bathroom, holding his pocket knife. He had promised Draco he would stop, but... he couldn't take the pain.
He brings the knife to his arm and slices across this wrist, he watches the blood run down his hand and onto the floor. He knew that Draco was going to be pissed, but at that moment, he didn't care.
-Draco
I walk into my boyfriend's flat, "Babe, I'm back!" I yell as I slip off my shoes, not getting a response.
"Harry?" I yell, still no answer. I walk up the stairs, as I pass the bathroom, I can hear a muffled sob.
I knock on the door, "Harry, are you alright?"
"G-Go away!" He sobs.
"No, I'm coming in!" I say pushing open the door.
"N-!" He starts as I open the door. I look at him and see a bloody pocket knife on the floor and Harry sitting beside it.
"H-Harry... w-wha... You promised, Harry!" I yell at him.
He starts sobbing harder, "I-I know! I-I-I couldn't..."
"Couldn't what!"
"t-take the p-pain of knowing what happened to me and h-how w-worthless I am..."
"Well you should've found a better, less harmful way to do it! I'm done!"
"W-what? Dra-Draco, please!"
"No! You brought this upon yourself! Goodbye, Harry..." I walk out of the bathroom, and down the stairs to the door.
-Harry
I screw everything up.... Why can't I be normal? I just lost the most important person in my life, because I was stupid enough to cut again... Maybe everyone will be better off without me...
I hear the front door slam shut. I get up and walk to my room. I look around around and see a the potions and muggle medication I have to take.
Maybe I should end it all now...
I grab the potions and medications and take them back with to the bathroom.
This ends now...
-3rd
~1 hr. later
Hermione Weasley-Granger walks into Harry's flat, "Harry?"
No answer
"Harry? Are you alright?"
Still no answer. She runs upstairs, she sees the bathroom door slightly open, "Harry?"
She gets no answer, so she pushes the door open and screams.
Harry lays on the floor, passed out, surrounded by empty potion bottles and pill bottles.
Hermione pulls out her phone and calls her husband, "R-Ron? G-get healers to Harry's fl-flat. NOW!"
She hangs up, and falls to the ground crying, then she stop.
Something had to of triggered this... Draco! Where's Draco!
She gets up and runs around the house looking for the blonde potions master. He wasn't there, so she decided to call me.
"Hello?" He answers.
"D-Draco?" She asks.
"Oh, it's you"
