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Summary. Draco in dystopia. Rated T.
Notes. For the challenge over at the slytherin100 lj community "Muggle literature." Inspired by Margaret Atwood's novel, i Oryx and Crake /i (that's where the quote's from too).
"Strange to think of the endless labor, the digging, the hammering, the carving, the lifting, the drilling, day by day, year by year, century by century, and now the endless crumbling that must be going on everywhere. Sandcastles in the wind."
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Sandcastles in the Wind
Like a nightmare: sky a too-bright azure, a sun that never blinks, hot sand between his toes and sticks that are either driftwood or wands (he's long since stopped checking) strewn across the beach. He makes shallow, water-filled footprints.
Merged magic and science. He had objected (vehemently). When they had insisted he had run away. Barricaded himself. Because the suggestion (Granger's brilliant post-war brainchild) was almost suicide.
Had been suicide, he corrects grimly. He needs to remember that. Past tense. Now it's him and some half-decayed bodies.
He screams: fuck you, fuck you, I told you. Anything to make sound.