Falling

****Okay, so some of you might have heard of me. I used to write here all the
time under a different name (Stacy_1_99). But the pen name is still the
same! Stacy is back! WOOT! The few that have heard of me, probably thought
I was dead or something, God knows...but I wasn¡¦t dead, in fact I was working
two jobs and starting school for the first time in two years. No matter, I am
back. Although I must admit, instead of writing a new HP/DM fic, I actually
ended up working on an old one that I never really felt was finished. I had a
set mind when I went back to this fic, with a vengeance I might add, I worked
on this fic every day for a week. A WEEK! Which is a lot for me. Yet the
Gods of ficdom had a different idea, and several times I wrote for two hours,
went to class, came home and erased everything that I had written the night
before. So please, even if you don¡¦t like it, I put my little heart into it,
and I tried very very hard.


DISCLAIMER! I do not own these characters, well I do own Aylen, she’s been my character for a long time, but the rest of them, nope, not mine. In fact, JKR owns them, and I would hope she wouldn’t sue me.

PART 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 eating breakfast. 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 as 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 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. Sirius. 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...or making love.

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 Al 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 hatred swirled into an odd mixture of green to black. The smile on Harry’s lips unnerved Draco. A smile on the edge of madness, insane desperation. It was a familiar look in a dark wizard, Draco knew from personal experience.

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 taller 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.

*****I must admit one more thing...I am horribly selfish, and I need reviews like I need to breathe...they are my lifesource when it comes to writing...constructive criticism, or even better, just worshiping as has been done in the past. By the way, if any of you wanted to read the first story...the "origional" one...you can find it under my other screen name (which for some reason I can not access anymore)...I believe it is called Falling into Darkness...please Review...it'll make the chapters come out all that quicker...
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