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Away Away Away

Based off of "My Demons" by Starset

Run. It was all I can do sometimes. Run down the driveway, through the forest paths. Away from my thoughts, away from my life.

I hope one day, my proverbial ship would sink, and I can finally run away from my past.

Everyone thinks I'm crazy, but they don't know the feeling. The regret. Now all they see me as is a recluse. Media gets one thing right though, I am haunted.

Whenever I do leave, they circle around me like vultures. Not the media -well, them too- but the memories. I see children who lost parents, brothers, and sisters. Old schoolmates who I turned my back on. People scowl when they look at me. I feel any sort of happiness avade me, wash away my colors when I leave this little sanctuary.

I talk to a few people now. But Harry? Every time we see eachother, he seems to take my high above everything. Above the vultures and thoughts. He makes everything okay.

Maybe its because we are one in the same. Aside for his job, he rarely leaves his house, and a few others as well. He sees everything, the people, just like I do. His past haunts him. Just like mine.

We started talking after the war. When I apologized to him for everything. There was a hard road to building a friendship between us. But we did it.

When I see him, he takes all of the pain away.
The thoughts go away.
The feelings go away.
For that whole day its as if
everything goes away.

And truthfully, I need him. If I become like my parents, specifically my father, he'd know. I think he'd be the only person who could stop me from becoming my demons.

Its another reason I never leave. It haunts me. I've already said that. I know. I know. But its not just my past, it's myself.

I get angry. Murderously so. It's not a joke. It's not sexually-ripping-off-my-tie and hitting a wall. Its telling my house elves to run when I get mad. Because I might just throttle them. It's me being self-destructive and sending myself to Saint Mungos for broken bones. Alcohol comas. Just like my father, except. When that happens. I run away from anything living. I dont beat my wife and children.

And Harry is the only one who knows. He knows that if I get much worse he might find my name on that Aurour's desk.

"Please be advised, Draco Malfoy is on the loose." I could hear the radio now.

It's as if it takes control, and drags me into no where. Compleate apathy. And rage.

Only Harry can help me. I need his help, because I can never fight these feelings alone.

But for now I can run away. Until I run into him again.