And the Blue Rain from the Sky Fell

"And the blue rain from the sky fell, and my tears my hands cleaned." Harry thought that while watching Malfoy's dead body.

The sky was falling down into them. Malfoy didn't stop bleeding, blood covering all the mud around his body.

Harry cried.

"You'll see, Potter, friends aren't real. Weasel and the mud-blood will you leave you one day. They'll go somewhere far away from you. And there's nothing you can do about it. You'll be alone and you'll die, just as your parents did. I just hope it happens soon," Malfoy said once to him.

"You liar! They won't! They love me!" Harry replied.

"Do they, Potter? I heard them in the hallways the other day. They said that they just couldn't stand you anymore."

"Shut your bloody mouth up, Malfoy, or I'll..."

"What? Are you going to cry and call mum and dad? Face it, Potter, anyone who's around you dies!"

"And the blue rain from the sky fell, and my tears my hands cleaned." Harry thought that while watching Malfoy's dead body.

Why was he crying? He didn't care about Malfoy...but well, he did care about Ron and Hermione. They had gone...Malfoy was right...

"Why are you packing, Ron? Where are you going?" Harry asked his best mate.

"Harry, it's just that, I don't know how to explain it...Well, you'll see, everything's getting really creepy and...I just can't tell you the reason...," Ron said with a shaky voice.

"No. I want a straight answer, Ron, I mean, we're best friends, aren't we?"

Ron didn't answer. Harry stood right there, watching him pack all his stuff.

"Give me a good reason, Ron. What have I done to you?"

"Harry, you wouldn't understand..."

"I would if you told me!"

"And the blue rain from the sky fell, and my tears my hands cleaned." Harry thought that while watching Malfoy's dead body.

The rain was blue. Odd, but it was. Or would it be the last splendor of Malfoy's last curse?

Harry wasn't hurt, but he didn't want to stand up. He was there, knelt. He was sad, furious, confused, without knowing what to do. It was just matter of time before someone noticed that Malfoy and Harry weren't inside the school.

"Harry, why are you crying?" Neville asked Harry with a low voice. It was late past midnight and he had been crying for a while now.

"I don't want to talk about it, Neville," Harry said trying to wipe his tears with his hands.

"Is it about Dumbledore?"

"What do you mean?" Harry asked.

"You know that he's at the hospital and that he might not come back" Neville whispered. It was something really difficult to accept, for all wizards. Dumbledore couldn't stop Lord Voldemort when he attacked Hogwarts. The most painful thing had been Colin Creevey's death, and that Voldemort was nowhere to be seen.

"No, it's not that."

"Then what is it?"

"And the blue rain from the sky fell, and my tears my hands cleaned." Harry thought that while watching Malfoy's dead body.

Malfoy gasped for breath. Harry watched him do it. It's incredible what humans do for trying to survive. Harry got closer and put his hands around Malfoy's neck. Malfoy gasped harder, his beautiful grey eyes were fading. Harry squeezed, he didn't want to do it though.

"Are you feeling lonely, Potter?" Malfoy said in the verge of laughter.

"How did you know what they were going to do, you git?"

"Oh, you'll see, Potter, I know many things that you just don't." Malfoy smiled.

"Tell me!" Harry threw Draco to the floor and began hitting him.

"Stop it right now, Mr. Potter!" a familiar voice said. It was Professor Severus Snape. "You're in serious trouble now."

"And the blue rain from the sky fell, and my tears my hands cleaned." Harry thought that while watching Malfoy's dead body.

A thunder was seen in the horizon. A few seconds later, it was heard.

Malfoy wasn't gasping anymore. He was just there, death, lying stiff.

"You'll be in detention with Professor Filch after your classes finish. " Professor McGonagall said. Filch had become a provisional Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher while a new one was being found.

"And if I don't want to?" Harry replied.

"Harry, you weren't like this. What happened?" She stared at him perplex. Harry wanted that answer too.

"And the blue rain from the sky fell, and my tears my hands cleaned." Harry thought that while watching Malfoy's dead body.

Harry's tears weren't cleaning his hands. They weren't washing anything at all. Malfoy's blood covered Harry's hands.

The blue rain was still falling, and Harry was still crying.

"We won't ever abandon you, Harry," Ron and Hermione once said to him.

"I know. That's why I love you so much," Harry said once smiling.

"We love you too, Harry."

But they lied, they abandoned him. Malfoy somehow knew, but he wouldn't tell anyone, because he was dead.

Harry used to dream about Ron and Hermione coming back, but they never did.

"And the blue rain from the sky fell, and my tears my hands cleaned." Harry thought that while watching Malfoy's dead body.

Harry broke down in tears. He yelled.

And the blue rain from the sky fell, and his tears his hands cleaned.

Harry had a dream about Ron and Hermione coming back, but he knew it wasn't real and it wouldn't ever be.