Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K. Rowling, various publishers including, but not limited to, Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Press, Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made, and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author's Note: Alright, this ficlet was inspired by, and partially based on a song. But it's mostly original, so I think I ought to be forgiven. If you want to guess what song it is, be my guest. Please review, it's what I live for. Lovely thanks to my dearest Audrey (Grammar Queen) for helping me out and fixing my grammar.
Oh, God. Let this be a dream, please let this be a dream. I'm going to wake up, and you're going to put your arms around me and tell me everything is alright.
Oh, God, It's not a dream! I think I'm going to go mad. How did I get here, on my knees before you...? You -- Oh, Ginny.
Death Eaters surround us. There you are before me, a fallen angel. Your beauty is ethereal. Oh, how I love you still!
Oh, how can this be real?
That laughter, so wicked. Her eyes are shining like I've never seen them before. She frightens me. Oh, but I know this cannot be all that there is to come.
"Draco," she says silkily. I can here the poison lacing her voice. "I never thought I'd see you there, on your knees in the dirt, like a dog." She laughs again. The Death Eaters around us whisper and begin to stir. The mass of shadow they make up is swaying as if disturbed by a breeze.
No! I am not here, this will all go away, if I will it to! Oh, Ginny, my beloved, what has happened to you?
We were so in love once. I changed for you, as much as I could. I left my father -- left Voldemort -- for you, just to be worthy of your love. And now.... How did we end up like this? You on my side, and I on yours?
I can feel the tears spilling from my eyes; spilling down my cheeks, blinding me. Her laughter again, cruel, delighting in my torment.
Her red hair seems to have a life of its own. Wild and fiery, surrounding her head like a halo. My fallen angel.
I can't bear to see her standing before me, grinning madly, her wand pointed at me. But I must not look away. To look away is to give in to the pain, and to give in is to show weakness. They call my name, the Death Eaters around us. I must not close my eyes. What lies behind them could be far worse than this scene before me.
"Come now, Draco, don't be bitter. In your heart, haven't you known it would come to this all along?"
No, NO! I swear, I did not. For all of me, I did not!
She laughs again, her wand pointed steadily at me.
So this is it. This fallen angel before me, the voices of the Death Eaters whispering all around me. She is Death. My death before my very eyes. She calls to me, beckons me. And if I were to give in? To go to her once again, like so many other times? And if it truly is my end, my death, shall it really be my beginning? What awaits me on the other side of life?
The moment has come, I know it. I cannot give in, no matter how the man in me wants to. I shall not meet my death on my knees. Slowly, I rise to my feet, my hands bound before me. I shall hold my head high. I look her in the eyes, defiantly. This is my fate.
"Ah, there we are Draco. There's the man I fell in love with. Standing before death, proud and tall." Her laughter again. She throws her head back. The sound is hollow and wicked. The Death Eaters join her.
My Ginny. My fallen angel, with your fiery halo. I love you, Ginny.
"Avada Kedavra!"