1Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
A/N: This just sort of came to me one night… I know it's not the best but constructive criticism is always welcome, please leave a review with your thoughts. Thanks.
italics - Harry's thoughts
Run. Run, and run. Run until you can't run anymore. Run until your breath comes and goes in short bursts of air. Run until you fall dead with fatigue. But how can I run if I'm already ready to drop dead before you feet? See this? See these scars? You caused them; it is all your fault. If you had only been there, none of this would have happened. My blood would not be pooling around me if you hadn't turned your back on me when I needed you most. If you hadn't been so stupid, you could still be here. I hate you, I hate you all, I really do. I never turned my back on the world, yet you all turned your backs on me. And you, I hate you most. I especially hate how I loved you, and love you still. I hate how those hands of yours comforted me in the night, I hate how they made me tremble in pleasure, I hate how you always knew just what to say, I hate how you made me love every single thing about you, and what I hate most ishow you loved me in return. You showed me how to live, you showed me love and you brought meaning to my life. But then, you took it all away. Why? Why did you show me heaven only to throw me back into hell? Why, after all you had done, all the hurt you caused…why did you save me? Not many know why, not many believe it even happened, and even less know and believe the true reason why. Our love, it was true and real, we promised we would do anything for each other, do anything to be with one another, so now, I follow you. I will follow you in death.
Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, the savior of the Wizarding World. Although it is only known by a select few, he found love in his sixth year. He found love and happiness with none other then the Slytherin Prince, Draco Malfoy. But when Draco received a letter from his father, telling him that he was to receive the Dark Mark the day after graduation, he ended his relationship with the Golden Boy. Harry was devastated to say the least. He drew into himself, focusing all of his energy and time on school work. Harry graduated with top honors, a broken heart, and a broken spirit. Exactly one week after graduation, Voldemort attacked. During the final battle, Harry was attacked from behind by Voldemort. Just as Voldemort cast Avada Kedavra, Draco jumped into the way. Harry, not noticing until it was too late, watched helplessly as the green light hit Draco. Harry, full of anger, grief, and thoughts of revenge for all the wrong doings that Voldemort had done, sent those very same words back at the monster known as Voldemort. With Voldemort dead, the battle came to a fairly quick end. The dead were buried, and the Death Eaters were sent to Azkaban to receive the Kiss.
Hermione was a worrier. She always worried about Harry. Harry had been getting worse and worse since the final battle. It had only been a month, and already he looked like a walking corpse. She figured he could use a friend, and decided to apparate to his little cottage in the country. After searching high and low for him, she finally found him. Hermione gasped and fell to her knees when she found him; he was lying dead in his own blood that was still seeping from self-inflicted wounds. "Oh Harry…" she sobbed, "I'm so sorry, I am so very sorry. I hope you find him and find happiness once again…"