Two Paths, One Fate (Drarry fanfiction)

The Leaky Cauldron

Harry's P.O.V

I had been walking for quite a while now. I had taken a couple of wrong turns but I guided myself to the main roads by staring at the towering  buildings that reached the sky.
I was shivering with cold. I had stopped myself from falling over around 4 times. It was really dark.

Finally, I reached a path that I vaguely recognised. I walked down the path and the next one and the next one.
I sighed with relief.
I had made it. I turned a corner and I had arrived at the Leaky Cauldron. I immediately walked in before my legs gave way beneath me in the cold. 
Once inside, I tried not to draw too much attention to myself. I didn't talk too much and the innkeeper clearly noticed that I wasn't prepared for long conversations. He stared at the bruises and cuts on my face. I quickly handed him the money and somebody led me to a room.
It was a bit dusty in the room, but overall, it was alright. The wooden floor creaked as I dumped my stuff onto the bed.
I ended up collapsing onto the bed, exhausted. I groaned in pain as I had forgotten that my ribs were swollen and my body was bruised.
I should have known better than to return to the Dursleys.
Oh well. There was nothing I could do about it now.
It just feels horrible to be alone. With nowhere to go. I hate these moments when I remember how much family I have. Or how little.
I guess friends are more important.
It's moments like these where I feel jealous of other people. Probably rich brats like Draco Malfoy who live in huge manors, poor house elves at there every call, and they still look like they have nothing, weeping over everything. 
Thinking about this, I slowly fall asleep.

Draco's P.O.V

After walking for a while, I found the right path and I soon made my way to Diagon Alley. Luckily I knew a few short cuts. Yet I was still cold and tired. Malfoy Manor was not that far from Diagon Alley I suppose.
At first I wasn't sure where to go, but I ended up coming to Diagon Alley. Where else could I have gone?
I entered the Leaky Cauldron which was much warmer than the outside world.
I spoke to the Innkeeper quite briefly. Luckily, I think he did not recognise me as my face was so bruised and bloody.
I was convinced that nobody had recognised me in the inn as nobody had shouted Death eater at me. 
Well not yet at least.
I reached my room and sat on the bed.
I was quite drowsy. Before I went to sleep, I took my diary out and wrote down today's events. I also sketched a picture of the crashing chandelier.
I felt so alone, hurt and jealous.
Some people are just so popular and loved. Perhaps like Potter. I bet he is probably hanging out with the Weasley's again, surrounded by friends. I guess all you need is great friends and someone that really cares for you.
'Oh well', I thought. 
I lay down onto the bed and my thoughts began to swim. My eyes then shut and I fell into a deep sleep.