Gryffindor to laugh. However, he didn't seem to have much success with what he said!
Harry blinked in confusion and looked at Felidea, who looked up, completely smug, and hissed happily.
Then he looked back at Draco and his face showed first a shocked expression, then an incredulous expression, which finally turned into an expressionless expression.
"A banquet? A BANQUET? You're about a goddamn banquet ??" He just couldn't believe it. How could he want to die over such a trifle?How could he find his life so worthless? Wasn't there anything that appealed to him that he wanted to go on living? Nothing? Was it all so unimportant?
Was he that unimportant?
He felt an icy cold take hold of his body and suddenly it was no longer possible for him to stay in a room with Draco, so he jumped up without another word and hurriedly left the room. Just get away.
Draco, on the other hand, had his mouth open, not knowing what Harry's problem was ...
Felidea whirred to herself and looked at him with faithful snake eyes. But in that he found no advice.
// What am I actually doing here? // thought Draco and jumped up. Felidea twisted around his arm at the last second. Then he ran after Harry. He could hear the other's footsteps in the hallway and relentlessly followed their echoes. He just hoped they wouldn't run into any of the annoying teachers.
"Harry? Harry? Now wait!"

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He hurried up a longer flight of stairs and finally noticed that Harry was climbing one of the towers.Presumably he just wanted some peace and quiet - after all, he had told Draco enough in the last week that he couldn't get any rest at home or with his Gryffindor friends. But he didn't care.
He met Harry again on the roof of the astronomy tower, where he was leaning over the Rehling and staring under.
The light wind blowing through the trees didn't reach him and for the first time he didn't wish to feel it. His steps had automatically led him to the astronomy tower and now he was standing here on the Rehling and looking down. If he hadn't known that he couldn't die anymore if he plunged himself into the depths, then it would probably have been a possibility that he would have gladly accepted. And yet he climbed over the Rehling and leaned against the railing with a sigh. He had noticed that Draco had followed him, but he just didn't want to talk to him, see or hear him now.He just wanted to be alone and think in peace. Because suddenly everything seemed so pointless to himself again, suddenly he seemed to be standing in the same place again as a few weeks ago when he and Draco had discovered that they were dead.
For his part, Draco didn't need any explanation. Everything about Harry's demeanor and expression told him that he didn't feel like talking any more.
But Draco wouldn't take this stubbornness lightly.
"Just to be clear, Potter, I'd rather be alive than dead, too. I expected a lot more from life, just like you! Even if we Malfoys are raised to be cold, that doesn't mean we don't have feelings! they are of no use to you when you are dead!
He paused, waited a few seconds, hoping Harry would turn around, climb back over the balustrade, and talk to him. But the chances of that were damned bad.
"Anyway," Draco sighed, "What am I talking about!"As he trudged back down the steps, Felidea hissed uneasily
~ Meisssster, what eats with you guys? ~
But she didn't hear Harry's answer when Draco went back inside.
Harry had just listened in silence, but refused to show Draco his face now. He didn't want him to see him like that. And so he just quietly hissed an answer for Felidea, although he wasn't even sure if she heard him at all.
~ Nothingness ... eatss eats absolutely nothing ssss ~
His silent tears mingled with the wind that blew gently around him even when he couldn't feel it. And slowly he sat down on the narrow ledge, his hands still clenched in the doe.
At that moment Harry wanted nothing more than to be able to fly. Just get up and fly. And leave everything behind that moved him.
Because now he couldn't just go back to Draco like that. It just didn't work.Even if he didn't want it any more.

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