Chapter Five: Silvery stars beneath the moon

He stood there under the moonlight, his face shadowed. He was the stars that illuminated the skies, sad yet sorrowful.

He always envied how he was so elegant, his every move grace like that of a swan.

Slowly, he turned his head to met his eyes.

"Ha..rry?"

Under the darkness, they met each other, one a faint star and the other a fading snowflake.
....

He didn't know anyone else was here except him.

He heard the soft breathing of someone else as he turned to meet a pair of emerald eyes. A pair of eyes that had haunted him, reaching out for him.

"Ha...rry?" He spoke softly into the air. He wasn't sure what to feel as he felt his gaze on him.

He felt himself looking at the boy again, unable to resist his curiosity. What he saw sent a hurtful pang in his chest.

His face was pale, his eyes losing the spark it used to have. One eye was marred by scars,although not visible enough but for the keen eyes. The news of his blindness had reaches him as well. He was broken, a shadow of the person he used to be. Something in him told him that he was holding it back, hiding it from the rest of the world. His hair was messier than usual, showing signs of him not combing it.

It was all faint, the signs he showed, yet that was what that pained him the most.

He understood how it felt, to hide the rawest part of you in yourself, afraid to show it to anyone else.

Unknowingly, his heart reached out for him.

"What are you doing here?" It wasn't the harsh rebuttal he had been expecting, but it hurt him all the same. Gazing down, he said nothing.

Footsteps sounded as he walked away from him, probably disgusted at his presence.

He gave a low, bitter laugh. He should be happy that he wasn't shouted at him after all that he had done.

He was reminded that he was a traitor, one that should not even be here.

Most of all, he shouldn't be offering his sympathy to the boy he had been regarding as an enemy.

It was impossible for anything to happened between them.

..........

Harry walked away from him briskly, trying to ignore the mixed emotions in his heart. It was painful to see how Malfoy flinched when he talked to him, the once confident boy hidden within himself after all that had happened.

He understood the feelings of being rejected, he could still remember the way his own friends had looked at him when they realized that he was blind. It hurt more than anything else, when his most trusted friends would let him down.

But, yet, he couldn't help him.

He couldn't do anything for him.

And that was the most painful thing of all, to be unable to reach his hand out for him.

The feelings in him made him breathless, sinking deep underwater.

Breaking into a run, he ran into the Fobidden Forest, vanishing admist the depths of darkness.

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-Next morning-

He saw the mockery in their eyes, their whispers of the cruel words against him.

He kept his face a carefully carved blank, an empty canvas. At least, it wouldn't hurt if he couldn't feel the emotions that ran through him.

The skies were the mix of blue and gray, reminding him of the rain, unbound and free as they fell to the earth like a descending phoenix. Yet, the skies held it back, the phoenix chained instead of free, its life a defiance against the heavens.

He was reminded of the scar that would forever be there, his shame never washed away. The Dark Mark was a part of him that he hated, like everything he hated about himself.

"Draco?" A disbelieving voice sounded behind him. He turned to find Pansy and Blaise behind her. Tears were about to stream from her face as her voice began to sound choked. Blaise stared at him silently.

Not even caring about her pureblood image, she pounced on him and started crying on his shoulder.

He froze. It was a long time since he had been hugged, the feeling slightly unfamiliar to him after all the time that had passed.

"Why didn't you owled us about your return? Did you know how worried we were about you?" She sniffed as she wiped her tears away.

"I'm sorry, its all my fault." He murmured to her as he patted her back gently to comfort her. His eyes met Blaise who gave him a small smile.

"Welcome back, Draco."

Nodding at him, his gaze soften as he looked at his friends, his heart warmed by them. He knew that the people were looking at him, but the feelings in his heart out weighted it.

It wasn't much, but it was enough for now.
......

His lips twitched upwards as he gazed at the white blond in front of him. He was relieved that he had someone else to stood by him as he faced the unkind and cruel words that was tossed to him like garbage. Hermione had a smile on her face as Ron wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

"Ron, what class do we have first?"

"I think its Herbology. I really hope we don't have to workwith those screaming plants again, they nearly made my ear deaf."

"Muffling spells were created for a reason, Ron." Hermione frowned.

"I don't know any, Hermione. You were studying Arithmancy and it didn't help that Harry was laughing at me."

"It was an accident! You know I didn't meant to laugh."

"And I'm sure you falling on five pots of the plants and letting them out was an accident."

"I tripped. Plus they looked harmless and so tamed I thought it wouldn't matter-"

"Tame? They ran around the whole place and nearly demolished it! I have no idea how you willy fox got out of detention from Professor Sprout."

"Alright, stop bickering. Class is about go start and I rather not be late." Hermione said, fixing a glare on the two of them.

Their laughters were heard as it was carried away by the wind.

The scars on his wrist hidden, by the shadows that covered his secrets.
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NOTE: If you saw the first sentence in Italic, I'm sure you know who it is ;)

How was it? *evil laughter* I enjoyed writing Harry and Ron's part, it was warm hearted in many ways more than one <3

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