Suicide notes | A Drarry fanfiction

Letter twenty

"Harry, wake up!" Ron yelled at Harry. Harry's eyes fluttered open and he groaned. Seems the pills didn't work, Harry thought. His stomach was yelling loader than Ron's words. Harry sat up dizzily and got dressed without standing up. He didn't want to get up until he had to leave. When he had to leave, he stood up and the letter fell from his bed. "What's that?"

"Nothing!" Harry said, picking up the parchment and stuffing it into his robe pocket. Ron gave him a strange look but didn't seem to suspect anything. Harry and Ron left the dorm and went straight to lesson. They had missed breakfast, which was fine with Harry. The thought of food was far from his mind. His stomach was killing him. 

They had potions with the Slytherins and Harry had been paired up with Draco. Scowling, Draco stood by him, getting ready for instruction from Snape. Harry, however, could not concentrate on what Snape was saying. The class was spinning, everything was fuzzy. 

"Potter? Potter? Potter, are you listening to me?" Draco called in annoyance. Harry swayed where he stood and fell into Draco, unconscious. Draco grabbed him and noticed a bit of parchment hanging out of his pocket that had his name on it. He took it and managed to sneak it into his pocket before Hermione and Ron scurried over and took him to the hospital wing.

Draco couldn't help but wonder what was in the letter.

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Draco pulled the parchment out if his pocket with shaky hands as he stood in the bathroom during his break. What had Potter written about him? Mean things, no doubt. What if he had miss read it and it wasn't really his name? Was Potter okay? Why had he passed out? Draco began reading it, his curiosity getting the better of him.

It's that time again. Time for me to write my sadness down in the form of a suicide note. This time I think I really will do it. I hope so. Not only does nobody believe me about Voldemort being back but Draco Malfoy still hates me. It's a pathetic infatuation with the enemy, but I cannot help it. His blue-grey eyes, his pale skin, his fantastic blond hair, his stubbornness only complements his looks further.

Draco gasped at what he had read. Potter had tried to kill himself and liked him? Loved him? Draco felt his eyes well with tears as he continued reading.

Isn't it pathetic? The first person I write about hates me. You wouldn't understand it. This feeling inside me is like a bad dream that never leaves. A nightmare worse than any I have dreamed and I've dreamed them all. Cedric died and Dudley teased me for my sleep talking about him. I saw the light leaving his eyes, his fear. I see a flash of green light taking the people I love most, my mum, my dad. I see the fear, the fury, the thunder. I dream these things and they bleed into my life.

Draco was angry at whoever this Dudley person was. Not even he had the audacity to take the piss out of Harry after that.

But for me to kill myself would save so many people from harm. Ron and Hermione would not have to help me fight my battles anymore if I died but my fear is that I shall forever remain the boy who lied about Voldemorts return. But he is back.

To Hermione Granger, I leave to you my books and my poetry book. I leave Ronald Weasley my firebolt, I leave Arthur and Molly Weasley my fortune, I leave Padfoot my Photo album of me and my parents when I was a baby and I leave Draco Malfoy my cloak of invisibility. Don't disgrace my name further with it, Draco. I hope my trust is deserved.

Goodbye, everyone.

'He wanted to leave me his cloak? An invisibility cloak of all things?' Draco thought, clutching the letter in his hands. He hoped Harry wasn't dead. He needed to talk to him. He needed to tell him something Draco had been holding in for too long now. But worry flooded through him. He couldn't sit here and wait for news. He'd sneak out tonight and see if Harry was okay.

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