After Saving Draco [ONGOING / REWRITING]

chapter four

Tala. 236 days before May 4, 1999.

     
      "I forgot to tell you," I turned to Harry as we sat on the wet cold glass. "Sirius left you a message."

      Harry and I just came back from Slughorn's first dinner party of the year. We left early because some students started debating wether Sirius was really innocent or not, making Harry uncomfortable so we left. Hermione stayed behind to explain what really happened, defending Harry and his Godfather's honor.

      Harry got so frustrated that he started throwing curses at lake's waves, making them clash against the rocks more intensely as if they were angry too. I knew he hadn't been able to cry for a while so I let him lean down and sob into my chest, like how I always did whenever he needed to.

      I ran my fingers through his black straw-like hair, stroking his head as I whispered that it would be okay, even though I knew it wasn't. Harry has exhausted himself out, trying to live up to everyone's expectations all the time. Ever since he first arrived at Hogwarts, the pain he's experienced has only harshly increased over the years. He's lost so many friends and family that he's starting to lose himself too.

      Sigh, doesn't help that my boyfriend was like — the bane of his very existence for six years, pft.

      Harry's still only a boy after all, a boy who lived just to have no one to live for. So I wanted to be there, try to tell him that he'll always have me if that was worth anything.

     After his heartbeats steadied along with his breath, I had him follow me to the spot that I liked stargazing at the most. By the well that mom and dad first kissed, and it even grew little white flowers that smelled just like her and Draco.

      I pointed out constellations and wanted to compete on who got the most right, but Harry didn't know any so we just stayed silent most of the time. The crickets that chirped soundly along with the waves from the lake filled the silence, but it wasn't uncomfortable at all.

     Harry and I met two years ago — we've already gotten used to each other's scents, touch, voices, and presence. He was a good friend of mine and I liked his company, admittedly more than the others because we were so similar.

      "What do you mean?" Harry asked curiously.

      "Remember when I died and came back to life?" I asked and he nodded in response. "I saw them," I started. "Right here actually — but it was all white and it was quiet, not even the waves from the lake were moving. I saw Snape and my Mom again, that's how I knew Snape died in the first place." I said quietly. "I was so sad, Harry."

     Oh look at me, how cute — opening up and all.

      At that, Harry sat us both up and he wrapped his arm around my neck in a friendly manner, letting our heads touch and lean into each other. That simple action made me feel overwhelmed, causing a single tear to escape my dark brown eyes.

      "But um," I sniffled say I wiped away a tear. "Sirius was there too," I turned to him. "He says he's so proud of you, and he wished for nothing else but for more time with you. But Harry, he's so grateful to have even met you — helping you on your journey was his greatest achievement in life, you gave him his redemption."

      Harry's bright blue eyes became clouded again and he started to cry, I could see the knots form on his throat as his jaw and Adam's apple clenched. I couldn't see his heart but I knew it ached because mine did too. So he dug his face into my neck, crying softly until he didn't have any more tears left. And I kept stroking his hair, telling him that it's okay even though it wasn't.