Harry woke up from his sleepless night, his eyes are drained from tears, days of crying nonstop, days of skipping classes and meals... now it has come to this.
The funeral.
He was getting ready, he got up from Draco's bed, the room was so messy its almost impossible to find any signs of Draco's OCD ,like he was never here.
Harry went to his room to get clothes,
He went to his bathroom to get supplies, its still there.
He refused to get it cleaned.
The dried blood all over the floor, the pills he wish he had never gotten.
The mirror where he watched Draco brush his teeth as he fight the urge to fall asleep again, he looks at it,feeling nothing but grief.
He walked out, looking back at where it all happened.
It scared him,yet gave him comfort.
Its weird, i can't explain it in words.
The funeral was on motion, Draco was cremated, Harry pushed the idea,he wanted to keep him beside him.
He was sitting on the front with his friends and the Draco's parents, Narcisa continuesly sobbing, while Lucius held back his sobbs.
It went as usual, someone dies, people say words,people talk about rumors.
Harry couldn't careless.
He was gone.
He left him.
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Our Forbidden Romance
FanfictionAfter the war of Hogwarts Harry along with his friends went back to Hogwarts -and finally Harry Potter The boy Who Live finally admits his secret. during their last year in Hogwarts.. an unexpected person would make their love forbidden and keep t...
