Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns Draco and Voldie. I own the plot of this one shot. Whoever composed "Rent" owns "Will I." enjoy.
Acidic Pain
Will I lose my dignity?
Will someone care?
Will I wake tomorrow
From this nightmare…
It's been three years since Dumbledore's death. The boy thought that he could just move on, but he can't. No one can.
Why?
Because Voldemort says so.
I can't let go, I didn't like the old coot, but I didn't want him to die. Voldemort knows that. He's what's driven me into exile…not Snape.
In this new place, teachers tell me that I need to forget the past. They don't understand. No one will. If stupid Snape hadn't made that stupid Unbreakable Vow…If he hadn't come after me…Dumbledore would still be alive.
I wouldn't have killed him, really…not even if my life depended on it.
But Snape did it. Voldemort was after me for a while…then his focus turned back to Saint Potter.
Look, I find some of
What you teach suspect,
Because I'm used to
Relying on intellect,
But I try to open up
To what I don't know,
Because reason says I
Should've died
Three years ago…
I left that new school, that new life. I went to the Ministry for help, and they offered me shelter. Arthur Weasley took me in, much to the rest of the family's protest. But they're starting to trust that I'm on their side. They understand now.
There's only us…
In order to aid Harry, Weasley, and Granger on their quest to destroy He-Who-, oh forget it, Voldemort…
Forget regret…
I swear to give up my old habits and start life over…
Or life is yours to miss…
Whether or not I choose to willingly accept this new path, there's no turning back now…
No other road,
No other way…
Lord Voldemort, if you by any chance are reading this, guess what I've always wanted to tell you…
No day but today.
Go fuck yourself.