This fic is dedicated to Asley for forcing me to try some more writing
A hooded figure glided through privet drive,careful not to get the attention of any passers by. Stopping outside its chosen destination the figure looked up at the house. Number four privet drive was nothing spectacular it had a nice little lawn,yellow window boxes and neatly trimmed hedges. But this places was where it had all begun to wrong.This was the place were the boy-who-lived was hurt and abused.Where his life was changed,his views formed and his heart broke beyond fixing.Anger pitted in his stomach, like a ball of fire it burning away angrilly.
One match, that was all it would take One match and a chain recation would begin ,One match and they would suffer.They.Them.The Dursley's.Just the thought of them and his heart began to race,began to beat hard within his chest.
Walking up towards the house the figure pulled out a box of matches.Choosing three he quickly ran one across the side of the box starting the fun. Fire he had found lives, Fire breaths it engulfs. It's a life that is fomed and died in seconds maybe minites sometimes hours.But best of all it follows its primal instinct.It has no mind beckoning it back, Halting its dreams and ambition. It just does what it born to do.soaring up though the house orange flames lit up the street. Mocking the darkness. Celebrating the light.He almost envied it, Almost envied the people inside the house they were becoming one with his fire.He almost wanted to go and join them.Almost.
Walking away from the fire the figure dropped his hood. Blonde hair cascaded down his shapley face, the fire highlighting his metalic silver eyes. Kneeling down.Draco aranged the three used matches to created a lighting shape on the grass knowing that even if he never got to hold and care for the man he loved, He had atleast helped to remove his nightmares and helped him begin the healing.
Please Review it would really help me write more -constructive critism welcome.