Falling

***DISCLAIMER!!! I don\'t own these characters.thouthough, if I did, I could think of a few...I mean...

This story is something I\'ve been thinking about for a while...I\'ve always been a big fan of angry Harry. This is his fall from grace. The characters are...well...I don\'t know if they\'re out of character or not. I guess Draco isn\'t, cause he is a rat bastard, isn\'t he? Anyway, yeah, here\'s what I have so far...


CHAPTER 1

It was the sun that woke Harry Potter now. Not his best friend Ron’s voice. No…he couldn’t do that could he? Not since he was lying somewhere in the ground. Dead and as lifeless as Harry felt. The dorm room was empty. What few Gryffindor’s survived the war were downstairs, getting ready for class and eatingakfaakfast. Lately though, Harry no longer wanted to get up. He had stopped going to classes all together just a few days before.

Someone sat on his bed. A gentle hand touching his cheek. Harry opened his eyes, looking up into Hermione’s very concerned eyes. “Harry, you need to get up.”

“What’s the point Hermione?” Harry flinched away from her touch s if it burned his skin. Part of his mind knew she must really be scared for him if she were missing class to come check on him.

“You can’t stop living because of-”

“Don’t say his name,” Harry interrupted. Reaching for his glasses, he sat up. He dragged his knee’s close to his face, burying his head in the dark shadows.

“We all miss him Harry.” Harry could hear the tears in Hermione’s voice, but didn’t bother to look up. “But he wouldn’t have wanted this. You know that.”

“Just get out Hermione.” Harry’s voice was muffled. When Harry’s head lifted, she gasped. The sudden coldness staring back at her was almost painful. She sat back some. Her body trembling. “If I get expelled, or fail, or whatever, I don’t care.”

“They won’t fail you. Dumbledore-”

“Never say that name in my presence!” Harry suddenly screamed. “Dumbledore is the reason Ron is dead!”

Jumping away from Harry, Hermione’s face reddened. She was crying, but Harry no longer cared. He hadn’t cried since Ron’s death. He wouldn’t cry again. Holding her hand to her mouth, Hermione fled the room.

It was easy for her. Easy for her to say get over it. She hadn’t lost everything. Everything Harry ever cared about was gone. His parents. Sirus. Ron. The moment Ron died, Harry shut down his heart. Holding his lifeless lover in his arms, Harry had cried for only seconds before letting all the pain consume him.

Throwing his legs over the side of the bed, he quickly got dressed. The room was stifling. Harry had to get out. He had to leave Hogwarts. His future as a wizard no longer mattered to him. If he hadn’t been a wizard in the first place then none of this would have ever happened. If he hadn’t been the Boy Who Lived maybe Ron would be here now. They would be laughing over something in Divination. Or complaining about Snape.

The halls were quiet. Classes had begun, Harry knew. He should be in Potions but he didn’t want to see Snape right now. Why did Snape get to live? He was a bitter old man. Ron had yet to really live. He was-

“Stop thinking about it.” Harry suddenly said to himself.

“Potter? Aren’t you supposed to be in class right now?” A slow, lazy drawl asked behind him. Turning around he came face to face with the Slytherin scum he hated with everything inside of him. Instead of answering him, Harry turned back around and kept walking. “Are you too afraid to talk now? Without weasel beside-”

Before Draco had a chance to finish, Harry had him by the throat, pushing him roughly to the wall. The Slytherin’s feet were dangling only inches from the floor. His silver eyes were wide with a odd mixture of fear and amusement. “Don’t you dare call him that. You’re not good enough to even say his name.”

Gasping slightly, Draco smirked, “good enough? He wasn’t good enough to lick the dirt off my shoes.” He knew he was pushing Harry. But the pain was little compared to the angered look in Harry’s eyes.

The hold on Draco’s throat tightened. Suddenly Draco felt warm spit on his cheek. He was dropped to the floor with disgust. “If I could see you die a million times before me, it wouldn’t be enough.”

Wiping the wetness from his face, Draco sneered. “How dare you?”

“What are you going to do? Tell your father on me? Oh, yeah, I forgot, I killed him right before I killed Voldemort.” Having naturally pale skin, Harry was surprised to see Draco’s face pale even more. Having a sudden sense of power, Harry leaned down, his face only inches from Draco’s. “It was a wonderful feeling. Killing Lucius. Watching his breath just be sucked right out of his body. If only you had seen it. Although, if you were anywhere around, I would have gladly killed you too.”

Pushing Harry away, Draco reached for his wand. The Gryffindor was quick, kicking it away from Draco. Harry stood, pressing his foot against Draco’s chest. “If you know what’s good for you Malfoy, you’ll run away now. I have the urge to kill again.”

“You’ll get sent to Azkaban.” Draco gasped out. He was truly afraid now. Never had he seen such cruelty in someone’s eyes before. The pure ha see seemed to turn the green to dark emerald. The smile on Harry’s lips unnerved Draco.

A dry, mirthless laugh escaped Harry, his foot only pushing harder against Draco’s chest, causing the Slytherin to cough. “Like I give a bloody hell about prison.” Finally the pressure from Harry’s foot was gone, and Draco could breathe easy again. “Run away Draco, before I change my mind.”

Standing on shaking legs, Draco tried to smirk. “You’ll regret letting me go.”

Pulling his wand out of his robes, Harry pointed it at Draco’s already bruised throat. The silver glinted surprise, but the smirk stayed firmly in place. “You’re right, I would.”

“You don’t have the balls to do it Potter.”

“Get away from him Potter.” A rough hand was laid on his shoulder, turning him away from Draco. Snape’s black, beady eyes were glittering into Harry’s. Snape was no longer shorter than Harry, they were now the same height.

Yanking his arm out of the tight grasp, Harry took one last look at Draco. “Don’t forget what I did to your father. I’ll gladly do it to you too.”

“Fifty points from Gryffindor!” Snape nearly screeched.

“Take them all, see if I give a fuck.” Harry turned then, walking away from the two gaping mouths with an almost pleased feeling.

*******

“Professor MacGonagal, I’m worried about Harry.” Hermione started, sitting in front of the rigid teacher. “He hasn’t been going to classes, and yesterday after that incident with Malfoy-”

“I know Hermione.” A slow sigh escaped Minerva. She seemed to slump slightly. “I’m worried about Harry too.”

“Ahh, Professor MacGonagal and Hermione, just the two people I wanted to see.” The soft, but powerful voice of Dumbledore said, entering Minerva’s chambers.

“We were just talking about Harry.”

“I know. It’s very unfortunate how Harry has taken to losing Ron.” Albus sat down next to Hermione, letting his legs stretch slightly.

“He blames you.” Hermione’s voice was slightly accusing. Perhaps it was Dumbledore’s fault that Ron was dead. No, she was thinking crazy.

“I’m afraid Harry isn’t handling his grief in the best manner. However, we can not help him see what he is doing. We can only be there for him when he finally comes to us.” Albus’ voice had aged greatly. “I’ve always thought of Harry as the son I never had. It hurts me too for him to hate me as he does.”

“Professor there has to be something we can do. He’s not going to pass any of his classes if he continues this way. Moreover, he’s going to end up doing something drastic, if not to Malfoy, then to someone. I don’t want to see Harry end up expelled, or worse, in Azkaban!”

A comforting hand was laid upon her shoulder. She turned to Albus and felt the tears leaking out of her eyes. She hadn’t just lost one best friend, she had lost both. “We have to give Harry time to cope. The only thing we can do is watch out for him.”

“Perhaps we should take him out of school for the time being Professor.” Minerva said, looking as if she might cry at any moment too.

“No. No it is best he remains here, among those who care for him.” Albus got up, trying a smile. “Now if you’ll excuse me. I must go calm Professor Snape down. He was rather adamant about throwing Harry out of school.”


****Okay, so that\'s what I have so far...actually, I have a little more, but I\'m not going to post it right away. Read and review?