Invincible
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Author's
Note: Short and bitter. In Draco's thought perspective.
Wouldn't it scare you to tell you that if my muse hadn't repeatedly kicked me
in the groins and told me that it wouldn't quite work for someone very power-hungry,
it would've been *Voldemort*'s perspective instead? (looks around at the silent
--- and blank --- arena) Would it? Anyone? (looks around again. Crickets chirp.
=P) Okay then. Read it, send me reviews and feedback, and hopefully you'll like
it.
Disclaimer:
Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy and everything else related belong to Joanne
Kathleen Rowling, Bloomsbury Publishing and Raincoast Books.
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Victory doesn't feel like it.
I've always lived in your shadow, envied you, despised
you. Longed to fight you. Wanted to kill you. I've got my wish to fight you
tonight, and you foolishly came. Your wife, your family pleaded with you not
to, but you came. I swore that I'd kill you someday, that I'd kill you tonight
and satisfy my hate. I promised myself I would do that.
We dueled. I won. I've finally won, I've finally
defeated you and fulfilled my wish.
Somehow, I don't care anymore.
They called you the strongest wizard ever, the boy who
lived, the boy who survived Voldemort and destroyed him seventeen years later.
You were a celebrity even when you were born, Potter. Everyone in Hogwarts
adored you. My father and his former comrades feared you. Ron stood by you
through everything. Hermione loved you. That Ginny brat worshipped you where
you stood. So what? You're still here,
and you're still dead now. You're still weak against me. And I'm still the last
one standing here wondering what's possibly next.
You can't possibly be that weak, Potter.
Now you're dead, and I'm now the strongest wizard to walk
the planet, now. By beating you, I'm now the best. I'm now...invincible.
I don't care.
Beating you wasn't enough. Killing you wasn't enough.
Watching the whole world fawn over you wouldn't be enough. Watching your best friend
Ron depressed over you, watching your beloved wife Hermione grieve over your
grave wouldn't be enough. I'm not getting anything out of killing you anymore.
I'm stuck in my own dead end.
So where do I go now? What do I do? There's no Dark
Wizards, no Voldemort to join now. The Ministry would never let me live. I'm
now a fugitive. My father's dead now. I'll never be content settling down after
this anymore, and I'll never, ever find a worthy opponent like you again, ever.
If you're somehow still alive, tell me, Potter. What do I do now?
You and I are very alike now, Potter. Both our moments
of fame have passed by us now, and what's left behind for us? You've got your
fame, your friends and your family, and I've got my power, but what now of
those? You're no longer needed in a world without Voldemort and his Death
Eaters. I'm useless in a world without you. We both let our fight, our glory be
our everything, Potter, and now we have nothing.
Being invincible is the loneliest moment of all.
I've defeated you, but it meant nothing. I'm
invincible now, but it meant nothing. I'll be watching those who loved you
grieve over you, live on without you, but it means nothing. I will never be
content now, even if I killed myself now. I want more out of my life. I won't
fade away into obscurity now! I don't want to fade away at all!
I won't let you merely die like this!!!
You're not that weak, Harry Potter. Get up and fight
me again.
Get up and fight for what you still have.
Get up and kill me.
Get up and live.
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Afterword:
My next Harry Potter story will be at least a bit more light-hearted. Scouts'
promise! ^^