Lucius felt her slipping out of his grasp. Falling and falling, nothing
could stop it. He was alone. All alone. There was nothing. Nothing at
all. Just living, like a lifeless vegetable in a hospital bed, with
nothing to look foreward to, except death itself. She was gone, his love,
gone forever.
He remembered her last words. They echoed through his mind every waking
moment. Nothing could heal him, nothing at all. There was just pain. No
love.
She was his whole life. She had given him everything he had ever wanted.
Love. Her pale green eyes would glitter in the moonlight. Her petite
figure was perfect in every way. Curves, everything just where it was
supposed to be. Nothing could make him look away from her elf-like face,
and her wispy strawberry-blonde hair. The way she would walk into a room
had everyone looking. She was the talk of the town. Her laugh brought joy
into his otherwise boring life. She had found him, deserted and lost, and
brought him back to life.
But that was all gone. She had died in his arms. Her lips pursed and
begging for life. He had leaned over and kissed her in the most gentle
way, as if to say, don't leave just yet. But she did.
Destiny was taking her. It was her destiny to die, as it was his to mourn.
"Protect the dragon and the sprite," she had murmured before she took her final breathe. Life was no more, the pink in her skin soon faded into a pale blue. She was frozen. Snow white. Where was her prince? Nowhere special. His mind filled with many thoughts.
Two months later he married the first woman who came into his life after his pixie's death. Narcissa. That evil, cold-hearted bride whose only destiny was to marry a pure-blood. Have a kid or two. And die. He saw nothing in her but himself, and he thought that was what he needed.
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Draco stood in front of his full-length mirror. His reflection smirked at him. Was he ready to make the biggest choice of his life. No. But it was destiny. Well, that was at least what he was told day after day, night after night. He was to take the place of the dark lord. That was his destiny.
He stood in front of the dark lord and bowed. "No need for that." The serpent croaked at him. Draco stood and rolled up his sleeve and awaited destiny. The serpent pulled out an old, rusty knife and cut Draco's skin. A cool sensation took over his whole body. What was happening? Green liquid oozed out of his pale arm. Green flooded his vision, all he could hear was a cackle. Loud and deafening. Nothing more, nothing less. Just evil. What was evil? Was it a form of good? Or was it a twisted form of better? Was good actually evil? Was nothing something? Questions. Nothingness. Destiny. Life. Death. Love. Hate. Why?
"Protect the dragon and the sprite," she had murmured before she took her final breathe. Life was no more, the pink in her skin soon faded into a pale blue. She was frozen. Snow white. Where was her prince? Nowhere special. His mind filled with many thoughts.
Two months later he married the first woman who came into his life after his pixie's death. Narcissa. That evil, cold-hearted bride whose only destiny was to marry a pure-blood. Have a kid or two. And die. He saw nothing in her but himself, and he thought that was what he needed.
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Draco stood in front of his full-length mirror. His reflection smirked at him. Was he ready to make the biggest choice of his life. No. But it was destiny. Well, that was at least what he was told day after day, night after night. He was to take the place of the dark lord. That was his destiny.
He stood in front of the dark lord and bowed. "No need for that." The serpent croaked at him. Draco stood and rolled up his sleeve and awaited destiny. The serpent pulled out an old, rusty knife and cut Draco's skin. A cool sensation took over his whole body. What was happening? Green liquid oozed out of his pale arm. Green flooded his vision, all he could hear was a cackle. Loud and deafening. Nothing more, nothing less. Just evil. What was evil? Was it a form of good? Or was it a twisted form of better? Was good actually evil? Was nothing something? Questions. Nothingness. Destiny. Life. Death. Love. Hate. Why?