Harry sat at the black lake with his sleeves up, and blood dripping down the sleeves. He cried, not because of the pain, but because of his friends, they never saw the bruises, or just never cared to mention anything. He grabbed the blade, and added another cut to his collection. He never saw the shocked Draco Malfoy behind him.
     "H-harry!" Draco shouted. Harry turned
     "What do you want?" Harry said, half-heartedly.
      "I..." Draco paused for a moment, pondering, "I want to help you."
Harry almost laughed. His enemy wanted to help him, its more than his friends ever did.
       "Why? Why do wat to help me? The Boy-Who-Wont-Die? A worthless, disgusting freak?!" Harry shouted.
Draco blanched. He never heard Harry talk like that.
        "Because no one deserves the thoughts you have. Except maybe me. I don't know why, but seeing you in pain makes me want to help you." Drao said, his voice breaking at the end.
    Draco held out his hand. Harry gave him a suspisious look, and gave Draco his bloody hand. Draco helped Harry up, and led him to the Room of Requirement. Draco bandaged up Harrys hand, talking all the while. Harry looked at the blond, with actual amusment in his eyes, this time, it wasn't fake.Draco grinned up at Harry.
      "All done. Now, hand me the blade." Draco said.
Harry looked at him, before pulling the switch blade out of his faded jean pocket, and handing it to Draco.
      "Now, can you tell me why you feel like you have to cut yourself?" Draco asked, looking into the emrald green eyes.
      "Well.....it started when I turned 3....." Harry started.

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