I Framed Your Picture In Gold
By:
The Mirror of Erised
Disclaimer:
all the characters from the Harry Potter Series belong to J.K. Rowling, not me.
I stood on platform nine and three quarters,
staring at your back, you ran towards the barrier then vanished. I jerked my
head away so no one would see the tears in my eyes. I hate you, I told myself,
and got into my fathers car. He is bringing me to Voldemort, where my future as
a Death Eater awaits me.
I
am frightened, but I said nothing. I've never met Lord Volemort before, you
had, I wish I could have asked you about him, but I've heard that he tends to
know everything, so I did not dare. I am a coward, I know…
It's
been seven years since I've known you, I know that that I hated you the first
time I've ever saw you. But then I can't seem to remember why I hated you,
however I vowed that I would always hated you, forever and ever…
Now that I think about it, I
remembered, I was jealous, that's what. You are the famous Harry Potter, the
boy that lived. I am just the "Malfoy the Jerk" as you and your friends called
me. Although your parents are both dead but at least they loved you. I doubt
that my parents would even say a word if Voldemort decides to kill me, they
too, are cowards. And you had friends, even though they are Ron
too-poor-to-afford-anything Weasley and Hermione stuck-up-know-it-all-mudblood
Granger, they are, at least your real friends. I had no one, Crabe and Goyle
are just dumb enough to let me boss them around. Yes, I must have been jealous,
and I still am. You will be a great auror and I will be a who-knows-what death
eater. Just now I can imagine being put in Azkaban by you.
My
father's car had came to a stop at the foot of a mountain. Father and I
appreated to the top, and there stood Lord Voldemort. His red eyes looked into
mine, all the blood in my body seem to be frozen, for that his eyes are so
cold. I could hardly breathe when he spoke in such a cold, cruel, and high-pitched
tone. Then he grabbed my arm and rose
his wand, I knew he is going to give me the dark mark. I heard that he knows
everything, but I bet he didn't know that deep inside my trunk there is a
picture of you framed in gold. He didn't know that you are not just my worst
enemy but also my hero. I smiled, perhaps for the first time in my entire life,
before I was knock out by the pain that hit my arm.
Remember,
I will always hate you, but also worship you, always…
