5 minutes to midnight
June 4th, Malfoy Manor
Draco watched as the clock ticked down to midnight… to June 5th… to his 16th birthday.
5 more minutes.
This is a tradition for him…staying up for his midnight…so he knows exactly when he is another year older…another year wiser.
4 minutes to go.
He doesn't know of anyone else who does this…but he doesn't think that he is the only one…there are others who do this…at least one other person who knows how he feels when he does this…feels as he does …right now.
Down to 3.
He can't help but think of his father at this moment…of where he is…and why.
He can think of how his father might feel right now…he can only think…he has not gone to see his father…not knowing what to say to him…or what will be said to him.
2 now.
The reason he is there…it is his fault…and no one else…despite what he has said…he knows the truth…he knows what has happened.
1 left.
He didn't want to believe it at first…it was his own father for Merlin sakes…but the evidence was right in front of him…he was just too blind to see.
The first thing he did was to blame Potter…even though he should be thanking him…for unmasking his eyes…so he can see how things are really…in his life…and those around him.
Midnight.
Happy birthday to me.
Flashes of light.
Darkness.
I know no more.