Angel

//Spend all your time waiting/for that second chance/for a break that would make it okay//

Nothing helped. No matter how hard Harry tried, at the end of the day, the pain was still there.

//There's always one reason/to feel not good enough/and it's hard at the end of the day//

The Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade had been under attack by Voldemort. Many people were injured, but only three died - two Ravenclaws and a Slytherin.

//I need some distraction/oh beautiful release//

Cho Chang and Padma Patil would be missed be many. But Draco Malfoy would not. Out of the fifty people there, only three had died. Everyone else was saved, and they were safe for now. So why did it hurt so much?

//Memory seeps from my veins/let me be empty/and weightless and maybe/I'll find some peace tonight//

People kept trying to cheer Harry up, thinking he felt responsible for the deaths. But they didn't understand why he was really upset - almost no one did. All of the memories were haunting. Harry thought back...

//In the arms of an angel/fly away from here//

...When they first met in Madam Malkin's...when he was a stuck up git on the train...

//From this dark cold hotel room/and the endlessness that you fear//

...Arguing in the dungeons, while their classmates looked on, torn between taunting the other side, and hoping that they wouldn't curse each other into pieces.

//You are pulled from the wreckage/of your silent reverie//

And at one point, finally realizing each other's feelings, and reacting quite differently than expected. Not denying them, but moving cautiously for the first while.

//You're in the arms of the angel/may you find some comfort there//

And the single picture Harry had of Draco, smiling brightly, his photograph self waving exuberantly.

//So tired of the straight line/and everywhere you turn/there's vultures and thieves at your back//

But no one understood them, so they kept it all to themselves. Until Professor Snape caught them together one night in the dungeon, he promised not to mention it to anyone, even Dumbledore. Which was good, as Harry and Draco would immediately be ostracized. And that was the last thing that they needed.

//And the storm keeps on twisting/you keep on building the lie/that you make up for all that you lack//

There were so many lies. What they told everyone when asked where they had been, or who did they like. With each night, a new lie. Sometimes, Snape would purposely give Harry a detention, so Harry could spend time with Draco without making up a lie. But they could never remember who had told which lie, and some observant people were getting suspicious.

//It don't make no difference/escaping one last time//

But obviously, it wasn't enough. Was it ever? They had barely been together three months... next week would've been the third month anniversary. And they were going to tell everyone, too. Let the world know, for we don't care, was the attitude the pair had taken.

//It's easier to believe in this sweet madness oh/this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees//

Harry started crying. Making no sound, the tears started to fall, slowly at first, but rapidly speeding up, as all his pent up emotions were released.

//In the arms of an angel/fly away from here//

He slowly walked up to his dorm, finding it empty, which is exactly what it should be. Harry had begged off from class, claiming that he was sick. Of course, it was a lie, but it was only one more in a pile of thousands. And no one would miss him that much, he assumed.

//From this dark cold hotel room/and the endlessness that you fear//

Harry wanted nothing more than to leave. To leave everything, and join Draco again. To soar, and be free together. With no lies, and worries.

//You are pulled from the wreckage/of your silent reverie//

Harry found Draco's picture, which was buried in the bottom of his trunk, hidden from the view of the judgemental world.

//You're in the arms of the angel/may you find some comfort there//

He pulled his draperies shut, and started at the picture, his tears dripping onto it. He quickly found a quill and some parchment, and wrote a note, telling everyone that he loved them, but he couldn't go on. He them raised his wand, and prepared to say two words he always though he'd never hear from himself.

`Avada Kedavra.'

But he found that he couldn't. He lay down on the bed, sobbing for Draco. He couldn't even kill himself; he was a coward. And all he could think about was Draco.

//You're in the arms of the angel/may you find some comfort here//