In five parts.
Disclaimer: "The Hollow Men" is my favorite poem, and the work of T.S. Elliot, not of mine. The characters in this story are from the Harry Potter series by J.K. Rowling and are not of my creation.
Rated: R for scary content, violence, and adult content.
Part One
The Hollow Men--Redemption
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together A quiet murmur of contentment swept through the tightening circle, growing in excitement as it fed through each man's veins, turning warm and exhaled into the icy breeze to pass onto the next. The heavy smell of blood rested in the air, a sour stench of life long lost, and lost lives yet to come.
The growls are empty threats, the eyes vacant and forlorn. The huddle harbored the exuberance of a pack of wolves, though what they would do would neither involve teeth nor claw. Each wild grin exhibited a sense of sick pleasure, the echo of insanity plastered across every face.
That is, every face except for one.
Shrouded in the black cloak of a Death Eater, one pale facade was plainly trying to hide a grimace, the steady murmurs eating away at the protective dead coating of his living heart. A tiny glimpse of hair so gold, it almost brightened the darkness of the approaching death. The little girl, the Muggle girl of only seven, trembled violently on the unyielding grass. The grass that refused to come and protect her, to sprout up and shield her from her captors.
Are quiet and meaningless
Shape without form, shade without colour,
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar
Paralyzed force, gesture without motion;
A pitiful creature, it was all Draco could think of. He had worked for them this long, hid himself this long, cowered in the cupped hand of his father's protection this long. He was young, he was afraid. And by no choice of his own, a Death Eater. He had a duty, but it was loathsome to admit.
Death called.
Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
Remember us -- if at all -- not as lost
Violent souls, but only
In a sudden flurry of mixed fears and emotions, he decided to take the chance. Draco lunged towards the little girl, covering her completely with his cloak. Holding onto her tiny hand in the night, a loud crack struck the air and the two were gone, Apparating into a place unknown. The men continued to stand in a circle, eyes black at night glaring hollowly into the others.
The boy would be found.
And he would die.
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.
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