Disclaimer! I do not own Harry Potter, just the plot. Everything else belongs to J.K.

Draco looked up at the starry sky. He saw the crescent moon, the twinkling lights, the inky blue-black midnight sky, and one lone shooting star. He made his wish. Draco thought of everything in his life. From the first time he got beaten from stealing a cookie from the pantry, to him, now, standing on top of the astronomy tower. He could never do anything to please his father, his godfather, his mother, the dark lord, not anyone. He thought of the time when he was taken by that small black haired eleven year old at Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. How he was rejected because he was a spoiled little brat. How he couldn't even kill Dumbledore and please his father and the Dark Lord.

A lone tear fell down a pale cheek. Draco wiped it away angrily, mad at himself for not being enough. Never enough. Another tear fell and hit the bright red lines on an equally pale arm. Draco hissed, the salt making the wound sting. He had enough. He would never be good enough. He had the bruises and welts to prove it. The after effects of a cruciatus curse. The feeling of resentment, self hatred, the want for all this to be over.

One lone constellation caught Draco's eye. He smiled, the smile more of a grimace. The Draco constellation. The dragon. Dragons were supposed to be strong creatures. They symbolized courage, strength, fortitude. All of which he had needed throughout his life. Ironic. Draco had lost all of courage. The will to live. The strength to get past all his pain.

Draco stepped up to the edge of the tower. The highest tower in Hogwarts. It was two minutes to midnight. Two minutes before the start of a new year. Two minutes before there was one less life in the world. Not that anyone would miss him. His parents absolutely loathed him. Severus wanted nothing to do with him. The dark lord had no use for him anymore. And Harry, the boy he had been in love with since fourth year, wanted nothing to do with him. He was a failure, useless, and worth nothing. No one would miss him. No one loved him. He had no true friends.

One minute. Draco looked up again. He had made his wish. He had enough of life. He had lived for sixteen years. And that was more than enough for him. He wanted nothing else. He had nothing. He was nothing. Draco looked down and traced the bright red lines on his arm. He pulled the blade from his pocket and let it drop, watching as the silver glinted in the moonlight. He followed.

Draco stepped off the edge, feeling the wind rush around him, feeling his stomach drop. He fell, a single tear flying in the air, more following after. He landed with a sickening crunch. Draco smiled softly through the pain. At last, it would all be over. And at the exact moment he closed his eyes, the Draco constellation lost its light.

A new year, a lost life. Not that it mattered. No one cared.