I am damaged//drarry

Chapter 1

A knights helmet rolled away across the polished floor, while making an awful amount of noise. Harry had been sure that he was watching where he was walking and that that suit of armour wasn't there before.

He was on one of his nightly strolls under the invisibility cloak heading to a classroom to practice catch up on some healer homework Madam Pomfrey had been hassling him about. Harry has been studying healing since sixth year and now that Voldermort has been destroyed and Harry could returned for his eighth and final year a Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, he's been focusing on healing more than anything.

Harry was heading towards an empty charms classroom that he may or may not have checked on the map to see if the room was really empty or if there was another little dot in said classroom.

God, even his name was perfect, just like his porcelain skin with smooth angles and soft skin, his long legs and cute little butt, his... Harry had to remind himself that he was meant to be focused on magic lifelines and healing spells.

Harry had allowed himself one more look at the boy's dot who's been hunting his dreams since fifth year and saw that the name wasn't where he last saw it. After a scanning the map, Harry finally found the boy he was so deeply in love with. He was in a different classroom to the one where Harry was going meant to be going which was at the end of the Charms corridor. After checking and double checking that he had found the right classroom, Harry quickly shoved the map into his pocket and steadied himself. He stepped up to the door, gathered all of his Gryffindor courage and opened the door.

Blood. That was the first thing that Harry saw when he stepped into the moon lit room. Then he saw it, the lifeless body of the boy he loved, just lying against the back wall.

At least it looked lifeless until he saw the small rise and fall of his irregular breathing. He looked too beautiful to be so hurt, he was so pale, he almost glowed against the harsh black wall. He's forever perfect hair was mused and ruffled, his hands were holding his head and he's whole body was shaking.

All the joy and excitement Harry felt before walking into this classroom had gone in an instant. As Harry looked at the boy he loves, he saw that the blood was coming out of his left arm and fast. In his panicked state of mind, he tried to think of his healing training but all he could think about was the muggle way which is hold pressure to the wound.

His trainers squeaked as they tried to grab traction on the smooth ground and get to the injury as soon as possible, all the while he was muttering under his breathe. "You won't bloody die on me, Draco."