Heroes

Chapter 1 – Draco

No one sits with him, he doesn't fit in
But we feel like we do when we make fun of him

Draco sighed as he sat at the end of Slytherin Table. It was Monday again, a day he hated very much, cause it always meant a new week of torture from the rest of the Death Eater's kids. It'd gotten out that he'd fallen in love with a muggleborn girl named Lacey. This got him the hatred from the Slytherins. At first, everyone tried to break them up cause the three other houses thought he was using her to get close to the Golden Trio since she was a beautiful third year that had befriended the three teens. But after a while, they let the couple be. Now Lacey was dead, killed by an unknown death eater. Everyone suspected he did it, that he killed her. The sad thing was… he did. He'd killed her to save her. His father was going to kidnap her and give her a life worse then death. The decision to kill her had been one of the hardest he'd ever had to make. It'd been quick and painless; he left her body on a bench swing in a small clearing in the woods with a kiss on her temple.

"Hello Traitor," came the voice of his old girlfriend, Pansy Parkington.

"Parkington," he stated simply as he sipped his pumpkin juice without looking at her.

"Did you hear I've been betrothed to a respectable pureblood?" she taunted as she shoved the ring on her finger in his face. He could hear her friends snicker behind her.

"Great, I'm sure he deserves you," Draco hissed as he turned back to his breakfast.

"Well," Pansy huffed as she glared at him. She suddenly smiled as she looked down at the bowl of pudding in her hand. She took a step forward and purposely dropped it on his head. "Whoops," she laughed.

'Cause you want to belong, do you go along?
'Cause his pain is the price paid for you to belong.

Astoria Greengrass didn't say anything as she stood next to Pansy and the rest of her friends. She watched sadly as Pansy poured the pudding over Draco's head. She wanted to help him, she truly did, but what would her friend's think if she stood up for the social outcast? As the Great Hall erupted in laughter, Astoria could easily pick out the people that were angered by Pansy's childish display of revenge. Lacey's best friend, Lina, was one of them. She opened her mouth and started to stand only to be silenced by another girl who told her it wasn't worth it.

"My pudding gets more respect then you, doesn't it Astoria?" Pansy asked as she turned to face the pale faced girl.

"Oh, get real Pansy, muggles get better respect then Malfoy," Astoria said smoothly, earning a laugh from Pansy and the rest of the girls. Daphne gave her a disappointed look as she stared at her younger sister. This made Astoria feel ashamed. She watched as Draco got up, shoved his hands into his pockets before walking away. She didn't miss the tear that slipped down his face as he turned his back to the hall full of laughter. She could only imagine what her mother would say if she'd seen what her daughter had just done.

It's not like you hate him or want him to die,
But maybe he goes home and thinks suicide

Draco closed his eyes and let a lone tear escape his eye as he walked away. As he entered his dorm – since he had a free period first – he went strait for the bathroom. He walked over to the side of the tub and sat down. He pulled a small bag from a small compartment pulled out a pocket knife that Lacey had given him. His heart hurt as he thought of Lacey. She'd been beautiful, long brown hair, amber eyes that sparkled with happiness, and flawlessly pale skin. She'd always worn a smile on her face that could brighten anyone's day. "Lacey," he whispered as tears started to slip down his face. All he wanted was to hold her small body in his arms again, to kiss her pink lips, and stroke her silky hair. He wanted to see her again. He opened the knife and held it to his wrist… but he couldn't do it. He couldn't kill another soul, even if the soul was his own.

"Draco, what are you doing?" Her voice echoed in his brain.

"I love you Lacey." She'd stared at him, fear in her lovely eyes. Her hand started to slid it's way down her dress towards her wand that sat comfortably in her white boot.

"Draco… you're scaring me." He remembered how she'd stood, frozen to the spot she stood as he neared her with his knife out.

"Lacey, I'm so sorry." He'd whispered those words in her ear before pushing the silver blade into her stomach. He'd never forget her face, the betrayal she must have felt. He cried as he pulled the knife from her body. Her soft hair had fanned out behind her as she fell to the ground. He'd tenderly picked up her dead body and walked her to the bench swing. He lay her on it and closed her eyes.

"Hey! Hurry up! I need to get in there to you know!" Blaise yelled as he pounded on the door.

"Sorry!" Draco yelled back as he pushed the box and the knife into the compartment.

Or he comes back to school with a gun at his side
Any kindness from you might have saved his life.

Astoria sat in the courtyard with her sister when she spotted Pansy picking on Draco again. She noticed how Draco held his wand tightly as she threw insult after insult at him. She watched as he ran from her, towards the hill. Without thinking she called after him. "DRACO!" everyone stared at her like she was crazy, but Astoria didn't care for once. He didn't look behind him as he ran. She ran up the side of the hill that went to the cliff. She didn't realize what he was going to do till it was too late. Her feet hurt but she didn't care. All she felt was fear when he didn't slow as he neared the cliff. "Draco!" she yelled again. Without any hesitation or a glance over his shoulder Draco jumped from the cliff. "NOO!" she screamed as she dropped to her knees at the edge of the cliff. Her heart broke as she spotted his broken and bloody body against the sharp rocks. Tears streamed from her face as she stared down at the boy she'd secretly loved for so long.

Even from so far away she could see Pansy's frightened and tearful face as the children gathered around her. Pansy's long black hair blew in the wind, making it easy to see her face. She was crying. Astoria could see the regret wash over Pansy's soul, the self loathing. She'd never meant to kill him. Sure she hadn't pushed him over the edge of the cliff, but she was the reason he'd done it. Astoria couldn't blame Pansy though, she should have stuck up for him, but she didn't. She might has well have signed his death certificate. He was dead, and it was to late to save him.

Heroes are made when you make a choice

You could be a hero - heroes do what's right
You could be a hero - you might save a life
You could be a hero - you could join the fight
For what's right, for what's right, for what's right

A/n Lets just say this song is close to my heart, and it's not done, it'll go for about three more chapters.