i was very bored last night. this is a one shot.
if you liked this then try reading Clear Eyes.
i dont own Hp or anything Hp related.
The loose rocks under his feet slid from beneath his boots. His eyes were fazed and bleary. Choking back the blood gurgling from his throat he held onto the wound on his side tighter. Blood seeped from in between his weakening fingers. The grey debris covered ground was painted red with blood.
He stared lifelessly at the dead bodies littering the ground. Somewhere amongst these people, were people he knew, people he cared about, and people he hated. They all had something in common though they were once living people, now they were dead.
Persisting forward he remembered what happened before the fight.
"I would never love you, no matter how hard I try" he said quietly. She blinked back tears. She kissed him goodbye for the last time.
"I never loved you either" she said smiling slightly while tears flowed freely. She laughed weakly whilst pulling on her coat.
"I'm sorry" she whispered.
"What are you sorry for?"
"I'm sorry I couldn't understand you" she said walking to the door.
He hadn't done anything as he saw her fall to the ground. The wall had shattered due to a spell. Out of the hundreds of bricks inlaid in the wall only one was all it took. The brick hit her flat on the chest and shattered the front of her rib cage.
He walked and crouched next to her. She was breathing shallowly and blood was pooling in the indent on her chest.
She coughed painfully and stared into his eyes. He watched as her life slowly passed away. It is said that the soul weighs 21 grams. Standing up he slipped on the Death Eater's uniform and mask. Smoothly killing people in his wake he strode out of the crumbling building.
Continuing his walk in the carnage called war he ignored the pleas for help from the few people alive around him. They were going to die soon anyways. His feet dragged along the ground like lead and his breathing was becoming strained. Ordinary people would have been dead by now, he wasn't ordinary. He was a fighter.
The sky started to darken and the sun began to set. He stared at the sun, it was red. In the red haze staggering like a drunk, he looked straight ahead. Ahead of him about twenty metres away was a cathedral.
The cathedral had a large stained glass window and gothic carvings of angels spiraling across the walls and pillars. It was magnificent.
Half of the cathedral's beautiful walls were crumbled and the glass windows broken in places. He didn't care though, this was a sanctuary. He pushed the door open and steered clear of the dead priest. Leaning against the wall he stared at the golden statues of saints in alcoves along the wall. He stared at the elaborate portraits of the Mother Mary holding baby Jesus.
He stared at Jesus on the Cross.
Walking forward he knelt at the front of the aisle and prayed for forgiveness. His wound flowed freely as he prayed without an answering call. He fell to the stone floor, praying for forgiveness.
Draco Malfoy fell to the floor, praying for humanity.