Split Your Soul (Drarry) (Boyxboy)

Chapter 40

Harry's POV:

I walked through the dark hallways, broken and unloved. My fists clenched so hard, my nails drew blood against my palms. But I did not care for some slight bloodshed. What I did care for was Draco abandoning me. He abandoned me when he knew it would hurt most. All my fears of losing him have become reality and I don't know what I will do.

Look at you, acting like a lovesick school girl who just had her heart broken.

Bloody hell. I did just have my heart broken... My shoes glided silently along the stone tiles. After I'd left the bathroom, I didn't go back to the Gryffindor tower. I just couldn't bring myself to it. So I resorted to roaming the castle. It was most likely after curfew, no doubt.

Well, I told you. What the future holds, you will see. Turn a blind eye and miss what could be a fateful disaster.

Do you know whats going on? I mean, can you tell the future or something? Because you did in the bathroom.

Yes, well, only sometimes. I don't rather quite know how it works. It is quite troublesome at times.

Tell me about it... How could Draco do this to me? How could he leave me like this? I'm vulnerable to anything. Unless... Unless I stabilize and distance myself. Then I can learn to be hard. Yeh, that's what I'll do.

The voice in my head didn't reply as I rattled off to myself. Anger surged through my as I thought of what I just lost. Draco made me so angry. So so angry, yet, at the same time, sad. I love him. I just hope that whatever he is doing, he doesn't get hurt. Because I would not be able to live through that.

I could hear the telltale clip of heavy boots around the corner and I gulped. "Mrs Norris, let's hope that we find some of those sodden little brats out of bed. A punishment is well over due." A low raspy voice sounded for around the corner and a faint flicker of light shone on the walls. Filch!

He's headed this way. Dammit, this was a bad idea. I didn't even bring my Invisibility Cloak with me. Great great, just pure fantastic. Frantically, I looked around as a gutted feeling fled through my stomach. He's going to catch me. The booted sounds got louder as the light grew brighter on the walls.

My shoulders sagged in relief as I spotted a small dark alcove behind a knight. Skilfully, I skidded across the stone and danced into the alcove in the nick of time, for Filch came around the corner not a second later. His scraggly, greasy brown hair shine in the light. Looks like it hasn't been washed in years.

Filch's hunched figure walked pervasively as Mrs. Norris prowled along beside him silently. The lantern swung in his grasp as he moved it to and fro in his hands. I sucked in a silent breath as he stopped in front of the night. Mrs. Norris stopped and sniffed around the base statue of the knight and I panicked on the inside.

Go away! Go away Filch! Now! I prayed desperately in my head and watched with wide eyes as Filch looked glaringly at the night before continuing his nightly rounds. Mrs Norris kept sniffing until Filch made a clicking sounds and she scampered over to him.

Bastard of a man. Honestly, I don't know why McGonagall keeps him around. All he wants to do is skin the students. Hate welled up inside of me as my thoughts returned to Draco and I felt a small angry breeze. What the heck was that?

I shrugged and stepped out of the alcove when Filch turned another corner. Slowly, I reemered about down the hall. I didn't want to see another person, professor or student. "Harry? Is that you m'boy?" I froze, that gut feeling returning. Why did I always junk everything? Christ.