always the one (drarry oneshots)

You Look Just Like Him

Hullo there!, this story has a a trigger warning for depression and mentions of things involved with depression. Also to make it clear, I dont own anything that has to do with Harry Potter, these are my own stories.

Harry had finally completed everything he needed to do in order to become an animagi. All the rituals were complete, potions brewed and taken, and all the books read. Now he could transform whenever he wanted. Although he was still unsure what his form was. The books never mentioned getting to pick. Any book he read usually had written that you would become the animal you most resemble personality wise. He decided to concentrate on the first transformation. Slowly he fell to all fours, fur growing out and ears moving to the top of his head. Still Harry couldn't tell what he was, so he moved to a mirror.

Staring back was a large wolf with black fur and brilliant green eyes. Harry was shocked at his resemblance to Sirius's form. It also made him sad, he didn't think of this possibility, he wasn't prepared for what was staring back at him. Of course as a wolf he was larger, the wolf part reminding him happily of Remus but the happiness faded at he turned back to a human. He stared into the mirror, unblinking, unmoving, not thinking about the world around him his kind was blank. He was unsure how long he had been sitting there for, when he was finally shaken out of his stupor by the bell that signalled dinner.

Harry was debating going to the hall or even eating. Ever since Sirius had passed he had only been eating one or two meals a day, and rarely left his room, Ron and Hermione always bringing him his work and turning it in, in his stead. Of course Dumbledore allowed Harry to grieve, being that Sirius was the closest thing to biological family he had left, so no one said anything when the chosen one would disappear for hours on end. Nobody but one other person knew where he would disappear to, this person being Draco Malfoy.

Ever since classes had started again, Harry and Draco had secretly become close to one another. After a fight on the train, they ended their childish bickering and decided to form a truce. Their truce had turned into taking care of one another, Draco making sure Harry would eat and do his work, Harry making sure Draco didn't fall into bouts of self loathing. Really they were a perfect match, helping pick up the pieces when the other broke down, and they had realized this, early on. Their relationship had progressed so far that they would often cuddle during their time together or talk about subjects that would usually cause existential crisis.

Harry decided to go to the hall. He had only eaten breakfast and didn't want to worry anyone. So he walked through the doorway and made his way to Ron and Hermione. Who looked happy to see him out of his room, even if he looked less than happy to be there. He sat and put a small amount of food on his plate, pushing it around with his fork and picking at it. He managed to stomach a small amount of food before dinner was over, satisfying the prying eyes of his friends. They all tried to make small talk, trying to get Harry to talk to them, he participated occasionally but not frequently enough for their liking.

Harry insisted of walking back to Gryffindor tower on his own. Before the students left dinner, to avoid the crowd. The walk there was always a long one when he felt like this, his feet feeling like they weighed a million pounds and his head heavy. Once at the portrait, Harry said the password and climbed through. He noticed how much effort it took to walk up the stairs and crawl back into his bed. It felt like he had run a marathon but in reality, he had just walked. He heaved a heavy sigh and drew the curtains around the bed, enclosing the darkness around him.

At some point Harry had fallen asleep and was awoken by another nightmare. Thankfully he couldn't remember this one, but the cold sweat that drenched him stated the intensity of it. He decided not to go back to bed, laying there, felling awful until deciding to make his way to the astronomy tower, the only place he could be alone. Not bothering with his cloak or map, Harry threw a blanket around himself and walked the halls to the destination. He sat himself in a corner and watched the sky, the stars that filled it, naming the constellations that he remembered. He heard the soft patter of feet coming up the stairs, but didn't flinch. Knowing exactly who it was.