Bloody September

A/N:Yes... I will not be updating for a while because of some... problems I\'ve been having with myself and other people and health and all that crap. School started too and I\'m taking some advanced classes which means a lot more homework. Anyways, I hope you\'re enjoying it, please don\'t forget to review. Feedback will push me to work harder.

Disclaimer: Check the first chapter and the description. This chapter contain some blade on skin action. You know how it goes.


2:00 am
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Harry Potter woke up with a start in his bed in Gryffindor Tower\'s boy\'s dormitories. His breathing was laboured and his eyes were shut from exhaustion. Opening them Harry looked at his alarm clock: 1:13 am. It was Aunt Petunia\'s present for every birthday, Christmas and graduation the Dursleys missed. She gave it to Harry when he told them that he would never come back to number 4 privet drive. He seriously doubted that he would be able to get back to sleep and so got up and walked to the bathroom.
Although Harry stopped having Voldemort nightmares ages ago now he was having nightmares about Life. Harry was becoming more and more afraid of the future. He use to have one set goal in life and that was to destroy the Dark lord. Everyone expected him to die after that, but he didn\'t. He made the mistake of relying on that along with them. in a way Harry hoped he WOULD die in he Last battle and so he didn\'t bank on his future much. Yes, he wanted to be an Auror, but he wasn\'t so sure anymore. Harry had seen, met and battled enough Dark wizards for a lifetimes. Or five. The only problem was, now he had no idea what he was going to do with the rest of his life. It didn\'t help much that nearly every adult Harry had trusted had died and now the ministry with most of the wizarding world decided to ignore his very existence.
There was always Quidditch, but to succeed in any profession involving people he would have to have an appeal, be loved or even be hated but Harry doubted that anyone cared enough to so much as look at him. They would probably skip a match because he was in it.
Harry sighed and leaned on the sink looking at the mirror. There were dark circled under his eyes and the brunette had lost weight so his cheeks were slightly hollowed. He looked worse than he did after a few months with the Dursleys.
Sighing, Harry decided to go for a walk. He went back to his bed and picked up the marauders map and his invisibility cloak thinking bitterly that It was pointless since he was invisible anyways. He knew very well no-one would stop him and Mcgonagall wouldn\'t kick him out even if he did get caught.
Harry made his way out through the portrait hole after going back to grab something he forgot.
He easily snuck outside to the field near the oak tree. He sat down facing the lake. This was by far his favourite spot in the world. So many good memories were centered around here... he couldn\'t help feeling guilty for tainting some of them by executing his little hobby here.
Harry removed the cloak from his shoulders off his cloak, raeched into his pocket and from it extracted a glinting silver dagger. He unsheathed it and held it out to the moonlght watching the light play on the small reflective pieces of the hilt and bounce off the smooth surface of the blade.
Sometimes is was a little hard to take everything that happened because it seemed too real. On most days Harry dealt with it like a bad dream; Something that didn\'t really happen, but when he looked around there were far too many reminders left in the aftermath. That\'s when he realized that he couldn\'t ignore it, that he was in the heart of everything that vanished. He should have vanished. But Harry didn\'t have the intention of dying anymore. His chance had passed, so he took up slicing his own flesh. Making Ribbons in his skin.
Harry rolled up his left sleeve and gently pressed the dagger on to the soft skin there he ran it up his forearm slowly applying more and more pressure as he moved the instrument. Blood welled in the unoccupied laceration relieving some of his tension as it did. Just as he was about to repeat the action bringing the dagger down next to the first cut when he hear a noise behind him. Not thinking he automatically pulled his shirt sleeve back down and wiped the dagger on the same sleeve. Hiding it back in his pocked he got up and turned around.
Standing there was the last person Harry expected to see.

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Draco was standing face to face with Harry Potter. Around the Slytherin common room he became known as The Not-so-golden boy. Draco thought this was a particularly dull nickname and he could come up with something much more amusing, but didn;t care to. Harry looked startled for a moment but the indifferent expression frequently occupying his face was back covering whatever feelings he may have had like an opaque veil.
\"Malfoy what are you doing here at...\" Potter took a very quick glance at his watch \"...2 am?\"
Draco came closer and looked at his former rival. He shrugged his perfect shoulders nonchalantly.
\"Couldn\'t sleep. But I could ask you the same thing\" He raised one eyebrow.
\"Same\" Harry retorted and sat back down in his original spot leaning on the large oak tree behind him. Draco sat next to him and pulled his knees up draping both arms over them.
They sat in the silence each thinking about their own lives until Harry Broke in.
\"I\'m surprised you don;t want to spit insults sitting so close to me Malfoy.\"
\"Get over it Potter, I figured it was useless. There\'s nothing for me to be mad at you for anymore. You practically saved me life after all.\" Draco said without a trace of emotion in his cool voice.
\"Well, you seemed much less willing to admit it then.\" This was true, when Snape died in front of Harry in the last battle, Draco was suppose to follow his Godfather. Harry put aside their differences and saved Draco (at the same time killing voldemort). Malfoy could be a pain but he didn;t really DO anything evil. At the time, Draco completely refused to accept that Harry saved him. He tried to ignore this to the best of his abilities until he finally settled down and thought about it rationally. Draco now thought that Harry didn\'t really deserve to be hated for simply being who he was born to be and dropped the grudge he had. They weren\'t exactly friends, but Draco tolerated Harry much more. harry didn;t know this, not seeing Malfoy since the beginning of June which why he looked over to the slytherin with a surprised expression gracing his features.
Draco smirked at this thinking it was amusing. Harry abruptly got up and reached for his cloak. Before he had the chance to get away, Draco grabbed Harry\'s left arm and pulled him down twisting it towards him. Harry tried to shake it free but suddenly looked horror struck when he saw what Draco was looking at.
Shit.
Draco was staring at a dark red smear on the sleeve of Harry\'s green shirt. He had no doubt that it was seeping through the shirt and not just a very badly placed, misshapen embellishment. Harry was still looking very much shocked when Draco pulled up the sleeve to reveal many healing and fresh scars with one particularly angry one standing out.
Shit Harry repeated to himself. He finally got himself together enough to pull his arm away from Draco\'s grasp who was surveying it with interest.
\"I can\'t... I... Oh shit.\" Harry finally gave up looking for words and sat back down now willing to look at Draco who was eyeing him intently.
\"So. This is what you do with your spare time now that you\'ve saved the world.\"
He wasn\'t smirking.
\"Forget it.\" Harry was still determined not to look at him.
\"You shouldn\'t you know.\"
\"And why the fuck not?\"
\"Its not good for you.\"
This was so absurd it was funny. Harry looked amused when he finally looked up straight into Draco\'s grey eyes. Draco expected resignation but instead saw cold green eyes staring at him willing him to find a better reason. Harry let out a slow guttural laugh.
\"Why are you laughing?\"
\"There\'s so many things wrong with that sentence. Especially coming from you. I think its funny in all of its absurdity.\"
He made the noise again but lower and shorter. Harry took up the same position as Draco and crossed one arm over the other putting his head into the depression this made.
\"You really shouldn\'t Harry.\" Draco\'s voice was still cold as he looked over to the other boy realizing that he was quite attractive.
\"I don\'t expect you to understand Malfoy. And don\'t call me Harry. You have no right.\"
\"Knowing your dirty little secret doesn\'t grant me the right to call you by your first name?\" Draco cocked an eyebrow.
When the other boy looked up Draco took the chance the chance to look over his face. Harry really was attractive. His soft lips were slightly parted, dark long eyelashes framed his almond shaped emerald eyes and jet black hair was covering one eye in a very sexy way. Draco reached out and grabbed Harry\'s shoulders roughly bringing the Gryffindor closer to himself and putting his lips to the boy\'s. Draco swallowed Harry in a kiss. Harry was reluctant at first but Draco ran his tongue along his bottom lip and gently bit down. Harry parted his lips in the slightest allowing Draco\'s tongue to slip in probing Harry\'s mouth touching the tip of his own tongue. Harry returned the favour, nipping Draco\'s lips. Draco suddenly pulled back leaving Harry wanting more.
\"Now do I have the right?\"

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Long eyelashes fluttered open revealing enchanting blue eyes. When Fea finally woke up it was 2 am. She lay fully clothed with her hair splaying out around her face in a sleeping beauty kind of effect. There was something hard under her neck causing an uncomfortable kink as she sat up. Realizing what was under her and just what had happened she put her book away and went back towards the nightstand at the head of her four poster bed. She placed her attention on the empty vial upon it monetarily and opening the first drawer. carefully taking out a very sharp looking knife -was more like stiletto dagger with a black hilt adorned in small rubies- she placed it next to the vial and closed the drawer. Then she opened the second drawer which was full of different vials, pouches and small bottles. Fea took out a blue bottle with a large mouth just over halfway full of some kind of powder. Next she took out a red pouch and placed both objects next to each other behind the dagger. Taking the top off the bottle she tipped it and picked up the stiletto. She used the tip to take out a little of the yellow powder and tapped it into the vial. Then she used it to cut a slit in the vein of her wrist and place the wound to the vial waiting for it to fill halfway. putting back the dagger and closing the vial she licked the blood of her wound and opened the red pouch which also contained a powder but this one was more green. She took a pinch and sprinkled it over her still bleeding wrist. This made the bleeding stop immediately and Fea promptly put away everything laying on the small table except the vial which she shook a little and placed back into the black pouch after waiting for it to swirl and turn a very dark maroon that could easily pass for a black. Putting back the last of the items she gave the clock a quick glance. Only 15 minutes had passed and she wasn\'t the least bit sleepy.
Deciding that a walk around the field would do some good she put on a blue zip-up sweater and quietly left Ravenclaw tower.