Rescued

Author’s Note: This is a very dark, angsty fic about someone trying to kill themselves. Draco is very sad and Harry understands what it’s like. He tries to kill himself and Harry finds him before its too late. This fic originally began as a short story about Harry and Draco finding friendship; it became more. Severus got thrown into the mix, but I like him there. He balances them out, possessing qualities from both young men. At first I didn’t even intend it to be NC-17; it had an R rating because of the suicide attempt, but morphed into sex after everyone was saved.

I do not, nor do I claim to, own any of these characters or locations. They belong to J.K. Rowling and I just give them my own little spin. They have entered the world of Deirdra and I just let them stay for a bit and experience life on my side of the reality line. The characters do not belong to me, they belong to her. –Points to the nice British woman.- And the song, which is titled ‘Perfect’, is owned by Simple Plan. I hope you enjoy, but you may need tissues….

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The war with Voldemort was far from over when Draco made his decision. He decided to no longer be his father’s, or Voldemort’s, puppet, and he told Lucius so. Of course, he didn’t get a very good reception and Lucius disinherited him, stripped him of his name and money, and told him he never wanted to speak to him again. Narcissa was so distraught that she left him; she couldn’t handle losing her son and having to live alone with her cold-hearted husband. She took her life two days after Draco told them he wouldn\'t become a Death Eater. No one told Draco she was dead.

So here he was; the prince of Slytherin, the blonde bombshell, a Malfoy by right and not just birth, and he was the loneliest seventh year at Hogwarts. He never talked to his ‘friends’ about anything that was bothering him and not even Snape noticed he was becoming someone very different. Only Harry Potter noticed the change but he didn’t think Draco would accept his help if he offered. So he remained watching from afar.

The blonde sat down one night, after Potter finally killed that wretched excuse for a wizard, and tried to put his thoughts down on paper. He had been listening to muggle music lately, American muggle music, and he had found a song that expressed his feelings for his father so well that he just copied down the lyrics and sent them to his father as a letter. Lucius would never know the difference, but then again, he would probably just burn the letter without reading it. Draco never expected is father to actually read it and send a reply.

When the eagle owl swooped into the Great Hall that morning the blonde visibly paled, but once again, no one but Harry noticed. Draco’s ‘friends’ were too busy throwing insults at each other and ignoring him to pay attention. It seemed as though no one wanted anything to do with him since his father had sent him the Howler telling him not to bother coming home, he didn’t have a home.

Draco opened the scroll and his original letter fell into his lap. It had been read and sent back; his worst fear. As he read what his father wrote his face paled more and tears fell down his cheeks. No one cared, but green eyes were watching him. And when he fled from the Great Hall, those green eyes continued to watch him. Their owner got up and followed him out, hoping to finally be able to help.

He made a split second decision as he was running through the corridors and found himself in the deserted Astronomy tower. He thought no one would follow, or care, or even find him until the next class was held there. But he was wrong.

The knife glittered in the sun when he took it from his robes. He looked at it for a few moments as if transfixed, in a daze. His eyes glazed over as he held it to his wrist and began to cut. The deep red blood flowed down his arm and dripped on the cold stone floor of the tower. He didn’t feel the pain of the knife piercing his skin; he was too numb to even bother listening to the foot steps that were on the stairs outside the door.

He dug the knife into his other wrist and watched with a morbid fascination as the blood trickled down his arm and hit the floor with a quiet ‘splat’ then leaned back against the wall to let nature take its course. As the darkness closed in around him and he became light headed, he whispered that$he was sorry. Sorry for everything he ever did. Sorry to his father for not being able to be what he wanted. Sorry to Dumbledore for not helping sooner. Sorry for his two best friends, if you could have called them that, who died in the war at their fathers’ sides, he was sorry he couldn’t have saved them. But most of all, he was sorry that the he had never tried to make amends with Harry. The one person who would have understood what he was going through. He couldn’t take the pain of living anymore and now he was going to be peaceful and free. No one could tell him he was worthless anymore.

The darkness finally took him as the door creaked open and someone gasped.

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I know this was a short chapter, some of them are short, but I didn\'t originally intend to publish the chapters seperately. They were to all be one long fic, which by the time it is done, will be monstrous. I\'m close to finishing it now, but it may not be done for a few days yet. Please be patient with me and reviewing is more than welcome. I crave reviews.