The Art Of Depression

Draco still sat in a deserted train compartment watching trees buzz by. His heart sank slower into lungs making him want to faint. He was loosing the feeling in his fingertips from clenching his fists so tight together. Eyes clouded with red rage to that the usually blue sky hummed with a blazing orange color. He closed his them so that he could only see a thin beam of light creeping in. He ears hummed with the rhythmic motions of the train. Nothing could penetrate him anymore. He tilted his head back and sighed.

I believe that he wants me to kill someone now. I can't take a life. Not even my own.

Sat in the cabin for several minuets until his rage had calmed down. He took several deep breaths so that the dizzy feeling had ebbed. He didn't even remember how he had gotten on the train. His father must have put him on during his fit of rage. He walked and found the nearest empty cabin and locked himself in and had stayed there until now. The current situation reminded him of beginning at home and locking himself in his room to keep away from his father. A small laugh escaped his lips. Over the summer the state of his house had gotten worse. He wished that he had someone to help him. He mother had resorted to drinking after his father was called for the Death Eaters. He didn't see him that often, not that it was a problem. The only comfort he could find was in a muggle toy his uncle had given him as a boy. He kept it in his possession wherever he went. He was to scared to leave it at home for fear of his father finding it or at school where his friends could.

Broke his train of thoughts and reached into his pocket. The gleaming metal body slid over his fingers and it glided out his trousers. He held it in his palm with great care. He flipped over his palm and brought it up to his lips. The mellow twang echoed over the walls of the dim cabin. Its spread color on the drab paper and the lights glowed with a power that seamed to beam into his heart. He finished his short song and exhaled. He felt a weight lifted.

He had to find a way to kill Harry Potter. His life depended on it. He had to admit that he didn't really hate him. He was insanely jealous of him. When he had his parents they loved him. Draco's didn't. He was more a burden to them. He father didn't even see him fit to take one his role as a Death Eater when he was older not that he wanted it anyway.

He was hungry. He hadn't eaten all day. He slid the harmonica in his pocket once more stood. He felt unstable under his own weight. He turned and unlocked the cabin door. He slid in open and the sight on the other side took his breath away. A girl. No a woman. With her hand raised to knock. Her bright red hair floated at her shoulders. He had a book clutched in her hand and a small look of shock hung on her lips. She stood and gazed at him.

Ginny Weasley gazed at him.