Sound The Bugle

Rating: PG-13, for language

Author's Note: Hi, LiveWire here. A SHORT fic about Draco. I adore Slytherin, can you tell?

Sound the bugle now - play it just for me

As the seasons change - remember how I used to be

Now I can't go on - I can't even start

I've got nothing left - just an empty heart

Why go on? With my father in Azkaban, and my mother refusing to go anywhere, I can't do anything, really. I need to WALK to Diagon Alley, which is nearly ten miles away.

I'm a soldier - wounded so I must give up the fight

There's nothing more for me - lead me away...

Or leave me lying here

Have I lost everything? I see no reason to go on. Everything I loved, well, Slytherins don't love, everything I looked up to is GONE. Left. Off to Azkaban or sobbing in the bedroom. I can't fall in love. Couldn't even try. I'm as cold and hard as Snape.

Sound the bugle now - tell them I don't care

There's not a road I know - that leads to anywhere

Without a light feat that I will - stumble in the dark

Lay right down - decide not to go on

Do I even FUCKING CARE anymore? Why should I? All I have left will never see me again.

Then from on height - somewhere in the distance

There's a voice that calls - remember who your are

If you lose yourself - your courage soon will follow

I've lost myself to depression. WHY should I even go on? There's no point. What is there worth going on for?

So be strong tonight - remember who you are

Ya you're a soldier now - fighting in a battle

To be free once more -Ya that's worth fighting for

Hope. All I can do is hope.

Author's conclusion: Well? How'd I do? Huh? Huh? HUH! PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!! *whimpers and looks pleading*

Random quote of the fic: "You're not a biscuit, Jessica!" -my sister to me