Draco's POV
They find Harry's body the next morning. He died of self harm, my fault. I did this. I look at my hands, the hands of a murderer. I didn't mean to. But I did. Harry,the love of my life is dead.
The one person who didn't think I was a monster is dead. The one person I loved is dead. The one person who'd sit near me when nobody else would is dead. I'm going crazy, I probably already am.
His funeral is in a couple of days. The Daily Prophet is already printing conspiracies over his death.
I'm nothing without Harry. I don't eat. I can't sleep, the absence next to me overwhelms. I don't have the energy to go to classes anymore. Why him?