Regrets

Someone Cares (Chapter 8)

(I'm just going to refer to the boy currently bleeding Harry and the one that is watching the memory as Hadrian)

Harry looked up at the source of the voice, clutching the knife with more grip. Silence past between them before once again, the figure spoke.
"Potter?" Harry felt numb. The pain had spread through his body, making it difficult to see. Harry desperately tried to focus on the figure looking over him when he felt a pair of hands grab him, making his breath stop momentarily. The figure pulled the young boy into a hug, making Harry burst into tears, crying in his shoulder. He didn't even look who it was, he didn't care to be completely honest. At least someone cares.

They watched as both of them fell to their knees, blood staining the other boys shirt. The sudden voice surprised the family. "Huh, i-it's funny i-isn't it, Malfoy?" Harry said through the tears. He smiled a teary smile before looking towards the knife, he just needed Draco to leave. After a while, Harry made an attempt to leave, struggling to get free from the hug that engulfed him. Draco only tightened his grip, silently pleading for Harry to stop. 'I need to get the the knife.' Harry thought before, yet again, a voice filled the room however it was not his own. "Harry...Why in Merlins name would you do this?" Draco asked, looking at the now dried blood that covered Harry's arms. "I couldn't handle it anymore..." Harry spoke quietly, breaking free from the hug and standing.
"Bet you're happy aren't you, Malfoy?" Harry said, voice drilling with venom. His attitude changed completely.

"I don't get-" Draco started,

" Of course you don't! I mean, look at you with your money and riches! And guess what? Now you just found another thing to bully me with! I bet you're over then moon, huh, Malfoy?" Harry's voice dripped with acid, his cold glare fixed on the boy.

"Why would I make fun of this?" Draco asked, genuinely confused. Is that what people thought of him?

"Why wouldn't you? I mean, the boy who lived, CUTTING HIMSELF! Look at all the headlines now. Picture the fame! Bet you can't wait until you become a filthy death water too, huh?!" Harry yelled, anger washing over him. Hadrian looked at his younger self, clearly ashamed by what he was saying. Still being hugged by Draco he repeatedly kept saying his sorry he was, only to be dismissed by Draco as he said it was okay. But at that point in time (The one who Harry is yelling at) he wasn't. Far from it. It was Dracos turn to snap.

"How dare you." He whispered before raising his voice. "How dare you?! Why on EARTH would I say anything about this?! Look, POTTER" Draco said with hurt in his voice, "I don't know what you may think of me, but I will NEVER stoop so low as to make this go PUBLIC!" And with that, Draco left. Not another word. He left the broken boy there, not wanting to look at him. Harry stared at Draco in shock before slumping against the wall only to slid down it onto the floor, evidently, next to the knife. He pick it up once again only to create more scars and reopening the old ones.

The memory faded after that.

Both boys felt equally as guilty as the other, regretting the fight that caused them to ignore each other up until now. Hadrian and Draco looked at each other. The had parted their embrace when the memory started, only to now hug once again. It took multiple hours to finally leave Hadrians memories, each member that witnessed them were left broken. Once they had appeared back at the Malfoy Household, Hadrian went straight to one of the rooms only to lay on the bed and cry himself to sleep, thinking of how his family now saw him as a freak like everyone else. How now they new all his secrets, his weaknesses and how helpless he is. They won't want him now.

Those thoughts sent him into am uneasy sleep.

It's short but I don't care <3
Baii