The War, and Regrets.

!WARNING! This has mentions of self-harm and suicide. It is also really sad, but you need to read this chapter to understand most of the story, but you can skip it if you want. That's all enjoy!

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"Harry Potter has DIED!" Voldemort said, in a loud chuckle. I fell to the floor, holding my tears. There in front of me was Harry's body, dead there was nothing more to do. Tears dripped down my pale face, as I grabbed Harry's body shielding it. "No, just no..." I sobbed. "Boy come with us!" Voldemort said his voice full of greatness, and triumph. I stood up, my wand in my arm tight against my skin. "NO! You killed him!" I said my voice full of regret, and guilt.

Granger and Weasley were both still paused in place. I just looked at Voldemort, no I wasn't scared of him. I was crying but I didn't say a word my wand tickling in my hand. "Draco..." I heard a voice say. I turned back and saw Harry. "Hermione, Ron..." Harry also called. "I won't survive much longer.." Harry coughed, tears running down his face. "Take this, and avenge me..." Those were his last words. I took his wand and pointed it at the same person which killed him. " AVADA KALBRA!" I yelled, whilst a hot stream of tears fell down my face. He died, he was gone... a weak smile spread my face. What have I done..? Madam Pomfrey (Idk how to spell it.) came and took Harry's body to the emergency room. Weasley, and Granger running right behind her sobbing.

- In the hospital wing -

"You can't leave us like THAT HARRY!" Granger yelled, running her hand through his tangly hair. My gray stormy eyes were sinking in water. I just stayed quiet this time. "C'mon mate please wake up!" Weasley said, pushing Harry. "This isn't funny... " Weasley said again, coughing. I couldn't anymore, I felt like this was all my fault. I never wished any of this, I held Harry's wand in my palm. What kind of git was I?! Suddenly everything was quiet, my sobbing spilled the room. "Why!" I said, half choking on my words. "WHY HARRY!" I yelled, going up to Harry's body. "Just why..." I whispered, holding Harry's white hand. "Hi, I'm Draco what's your name?" I said, crying my guts out, my life didn't have any point anymore. I was responsible for so many deaths. Fred, Dumbledore, Snape oh and so many more. Harry too...

"I never wanted this," I said, pressing my forehead on his hand. "I was a forced soldier," I said touching Harry's black, beautiful hair. "And all I wanted..." I stopped, I couldn't anymore. "All I wanted was a true friend and more," I whispered the last part. My eyes red, and swollen from crying so much. My throat was sore, but my pale face was moist, from all my tears. Granger, sat next to me patting my back slowly.

We all decided to call it a day, and go to

sleep...

I couldn't sleep for the whole night. Nightmares, terrible memories ran through my brain. The passing events, Dumbledore falling from the astronomy tower, Harry getting killed... My whole heart hurt. I stood up and went outside in the dark. The cool air hit me, making my blonde hair sway in the air. I passed through the newly built graveyard, and there in the middle was Harry's. Oh, the pain I felt! I started crying in silence again, this became a daily thing to do. Every day at midnight I would go to Harry's grave, and cry my heart out on the cold ground. Eventually, I stopped eating at breakfast, and then at dinner. Pansy, bugged me all the time about my health, but it was useless. I started turning thinner, and thinner. I got bullied a lot, so the bruises, and scars started to all come together. I wasn't just physically hurt, but I had a lot of emotional scars.

After a while, I started cutting. Every morning, or whenever I felt hurt I would lock myself in the bathroom. Granger started getting worried, but it seems I was doing everyone a beautiful favor. Every cut I made in my skin meant something, death eater, slut, ugly, bully, I couldn't Forget to cut all the deaths that carried with me. I never wore short sleeves, and I always wore gloves, to cover up my work.

I was ready... I told myself one day. I had prepared my death, it's my way to say sorry. It was dark outside, the wind was blowing. I was gripping on my pants, I had my hands uncovered. Blood dripped down on the floor quietly, as I sobbed smiling weakly. I coughed, as I spoke, " I wish I could go back.." "Back to the day, I met him, the boy with emerald green eyes," I said my tears forming a puddle on the ground. "I can help..." a voice said. "Granger?.." I asked, sitting up rocking side to side. "Mhm." she said taking a seat next to me, "look at me Draco." She said her voice gentle. I turned around meeting her brown eyes. She grabbed my hands, and put something in them. "Use it wisely, just don't do it." She said looking at my moon eyes, and pale skin.

I looked down at my hands, it was a

Time Turner, I could go back. Tears filled my eyes, "Thank you, Hermione." I said smiling for real in a long time. She smiled back, and whispered in my ear "see you in second life" and with that, she left.

I looked at the Time-Turner. I could fix everything...