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You Matter

Request and title by Dark_Harry_Pottah

It's funny, being suicidal. You get a type of fearlessness about you that you wouldn't normally have. When I sat on the ledge of the astronomy tower, I didn't feel the fear I expected. My heart didn't race, my breath stayed steady. I was calm. Ready.
Because what did I have to live for?
Seventh year, part two. It was supposed to be our best year. Ron, Harmoine and I. They got together after the war. We made a pact: No stress, except for studies. It was supposed to be good.
Then it stopped being good.
I did it in our dorm. Since Dean, Semus, and Neville graduated last year, it was just Ron and I. It was supposed to be safe.
Then it stopped being safe.
I came out. Hello world, I'm The Chosen One, bisexual.
I wish I hadn't.
I was the boy who lived. The Chosen one. Now I'm the poof. The queer. The fag.
I only told Ron. It was him who told everyone else. Rita Skeeter was the reporter that didnt write about it. I suspect Harmoine had something to do with that.
Ron, and his group of other Seventh year boys made my life hell. I had to step down from Quidditch Captain because nobody would take me seriously. I sat with Harmoine up front in every class (She broke up with Ron and came out as queer herself)

But even with Harmoine's help, emotionally, socially, and educationally, it just felt so... pointless.

Eighteen, destiny fulfilled. What now? I'm doing my best to become and auror. And honestly whose going to stop me at this point? But I know that I can never really do much again. I can't ever be the boy who lived again (not that I'd want to but, how do you follow that?)

I looked at the blurry ground below, my glasses fell and hit the ground. So far down I couldn'y hear them hit. but they surely shattered. I could always Die, I supposed.

The stone edge was wet and cold. The window seal bit into the plams of my hands and the back of my thighs. My bare feet were braced against the stone, I was ready. All I had to do was jump. So I did.

I didn't get the rush like when I dove on a broom. I didn't have the adrenaline of a near death situation. Time seemed to slow as I fell, and I felt calm.

The distant trees were a blur, the moon seemed so far away. I could see detail in the grassblades. Three feet, two, one...

My body snapped to a stop, making me feel slightly blended. My feet hung inches from the grass, floating gently. Then I dropped, my knees buckled hitting the ground with a dull thud.

It reminded me of the charm in the Department of Mysteries.
The Department... Oh dear. Bad thoughts. A new wave of apathy hit me, shaking away the shock of not being dead. I tried to stand, but found my legs seemed to be glued to the ground. The leg-locker hex.

"I've found flying is eaiser done with a broom, Potter." I could hear Draco's voice getting nearer, his feet tapped the ground lightly. When he finally came into my veiw I almost screamed. We hadn't really talked, or looked at each other since the war ended. But now he just saved my life. And truely looked smug doing so.

"What do you want Malfoy?" I didn't have my wand, and my heart was racing now. I was useless in a fight. And if he wanted one, I was in no position to stop him.

"Thats a long drop." He pointed at the top of the tower, where I'd jumped from, to the ground I was on now. Jumping felt so long ago, as though I was in a new century already.

He flicked his wand at me, for a second I waited to die, again. Then the invisible chains around my legs dissolved. My first thought was to run. But now I had to know:

"Why Malfoy, why save me?" God knows I didn't deserve it.

"Because, Harry," Draco offered me his hand, which I begrudgingly took. Though it felt like I was somehow admitting something. I stood up with Draco's help though my legs felt like jelly.

"You can't die. Not yet." He said, and silently accio'ed my glasses from the ground, than fixed them. "You still have a lot to do, ya' know?"

I didn't know.

He fixed my glasses, and handed them back to me. But I didn't tale them.

"You saved me," I said

"You saved me," he retaliated, eyebrows raised. He waved the glasses in the air. "Nearly a year ago, you told Wizengamot that I wasn't guilty. I was-"

"Family is tough," Harry disregarded and took his glasses. He was tired of being told how good he was. He turned to walk away, but Draco wasn't done.

"You want to be an auror everyone knows it."  Harry didnt look back at Draco as he spoke. "Why would you want to kill yourself if you can still save people?"

Harry didn't respond, just froze in anger. Draco didn't know shit about him. But apparently Draco didn't seem seem to notice when he stepped closer to Harry. You can still-"

"What Malfoy? What can I do?" Harry turned to find himself nearly nose-to-chest with Draco.

"Don't tell me to stay alive. You don't know anything."

"I know that if it weren't for you I wouldn't be here. If it weren't for you this entire school would beran by Severus Snape and my father." Draco was out of breath.

"I don't care that your gay. I don't care that you were or are the chosen one. What I care about is seeing you happy again.... You haven't smiled since fifth year."

Harry was at a loss for words, he almost wanted to cry. "Draco-"

"Don't Harry. You don't want to talk, you're to upset." Draco backed away, heading to a corridor.

"You Matter, Potter. I'll prove it."

(Part 1/??)