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A/N: Avril Lavigne is simply the best, combined w/ my insane love for the Harry Potter series; I've devised this fic! Hope ya like it!!! Please leave NICE REVIEWS!! Any suggestions are welcome!!
Summary: Draco Malfoy endures trials of angst, uncertainty, and unrelenting fear for the first time in his life in his last year at Hogwarts. He finds much needed solace in the world of a pleasant Muggle pastime.
Let Go
Chapter 1. Unwanted
This was it, the beginning and end in so many ways for Draco Malfoy. Ever the perfectly poised, proud Malfoy with looks and grace rivaling all other beasts that roamed the earth. Ever the vain Malfoy that looked down upon pitiful minions with distaste and power. Power that ran through his veins as a prominent feature of being a pureblood of class, dominance and unwavering basis of foreboding aimed towards the ever-present adversaries. All of this was poured into him, becoming part of his natural instinct, making it evident in tasks involving his mere presence. The fluid grace of his movements, the precision and confidence of his speech in answering questions, as well as spitting derisive remarks, and the supremacy he possessed over those who were apprehensive of him, his name, his family, his heritage, his reputation. He was Malfoy, known for upholding the honors and traditions of his name. He was to unquestionably follow in the footsteps of Lucius Malfoy, his father, a respected aristocrat (though the line between fear and admiration was thin), a Death Eater, a servant of the merciless Dark Lord, and a bloody murderer. It was what was expected of Draco to become, it was what he was brought up to believe was the proper manner of things; it was what he wanted, thirsted for, needed, all throughout his life, wasn't it?
It was that tiny question prodding and infiltrating all thoughts that led to Draco's ultimate undoing. Sure, there were things he questioned about his life, but never something as immediate and as general as that. It would place the entire living being he was bred as, the entire world he knew at stake. Draco knew not what choices to make anymore, as everything was only ever decided for him, and the choices he believed to have made himself were in reality, only that of which were the consequential result of his upbringing-what was spoon-fed to him throughout the years. He knew he was a broken boy; torn between what he was fated to become, yet how can one be broken when one has never been built? The past that was so meticulously constructed which now lay behind him had all been futile. What had he left to deem as truth? Was that any one reliable source that didn't seem beyond him at the moment? Was there such a thing as truth and reliability anymore? What he had come to believe as truth, what he had come to rely his life on had all been diminished. All of it, past, present, and possibly future gone. Just like that, and it had taken the Draco Malfoy the rest of the world knew right along with it. Just one minuscule virus had successful brought his whole systematic world crashing down. To what point and to what extent, how would he know? There was no sensible truth anymore-that had been thrown away with what solid foundation he knew. Now there was nothing, blank space, dull existence, empty void, nothing at all, meanwhile too much at once. There was no refuge, no solace, no help, no hope for him now-was there??
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Dark rantings and musings in this chapter, but happier times to come for our poor boy, Draco Malfoy.
Please review & leave nice ickle comments about Avrilkins!! ^_^
A/N: Avril Lavigne is simply the best, combined w/ my insane love for the Harry Potter series; I've devised this fic! Hope ya like it!!! Please leave NICE REVIEWS!! Any suggestions are welcome!!
Summary: Draco Malfoy endures trials of angst, uncertainty, and unrelenting fear for the first time in his life in his last year at Hogwarts. He finds much needed solace in the world of a pleasant Muggle pastime.
Let Go
Chapter 1. Unwanted
This was it, the beginning and end in so many ways for Draco Malfoy. Ever the perfectly poised, proud Malfoy with looks and grace rivaling all other beasts that roamed the earth. Ever the vain Malfoy that looked down upon pitiful minions with distaste and power. Power that ran through his veins as a prominent feature of being a pureblood of class, dominance and unwavering basis of foreboding aimed towards the ever-present adversaries. All of this was poured into him, becoming part of his natural instinct, making it evident in tasks involving his mere presence. The fluid grace of his movements, the precision and confidence of his speech in answering questions, as well as spitting derisive remarks, and the supremacy he possessed over those who were apprehensive of him, his name, his family, his heritage, his reputation. He was Malfoy, known for upholding the honors and traditions of his name. He was to unquestionably follow in the footsteps of Lucius Malfoy, his father, a respected aristocrat (though the line between fear and admiration was thin), a Death Eater, a servant of the merciless Dark Lord, and a bloody murderer. It was what was expected of Draco to become, it was what he was brought up to believe was the proper manner of things; it was what he wanted, thirsted for, needed, all throughout his life, wasn't it?
It was that tiny question prodding and infiltrating all thoughts that led to Draco's ultimate undoing. Sure, there were things he questioned about his life, but never something as immediate and as general as that. It would place the entire living being he was bred as, the entire world he knew at stake. Draco knew not what choices to make anymore, as everything was only ever decided for him, and the choices he believed to have made himself were in reality, only that of which were the consequential result of his upbringing-what was spoon-fed to him throughout the years. He knew he was a broken boy; torn between what he was fated to become, yet how can one be broken when one has never been built? The past that was so meticulously constructed which now lay behind him had all been futile. What had he left to deem as truth? Was that any one reliable source that didn't seem beyond him at the moment? Was there such a thing as truth and reliability anymore? What he had come to believe as truth, what he had come to rely his life on had all been diminished. All of it, past, present, and possibly future gone. Just like that, and it had taken the Draco Malfoy the rest of the world knew right along with it. Just one minuscule virus had successful brought his whole systematic world crashing down. To what point and to what extent, how would he know? There was no sensible truth anymore-that had been thrown away with what solid foundation he knew. Now there was nothing, blank space, dull existence, empty void, nothing at all, meanwhile too much at once. There was no refuge, no solace, no help, no hope for him now-was there??
~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~
Dark rantings and musings in this chapter, but happier times to come for our poor boy, Draco Malfoy.
Please review & leave nice ickle comments about Avrilkins!! ^_^