A/N: Wellll It happened I joined the Drabble army and WILL WILL WILL add to this - my essays are due by the end of this month (like you care) but yes it should be pretty continuous - First up! I will put these little "fun" details at the start, but if your hardcore potter fans you should know what film it is! Or book!
Draco's Drabble
Half Blood Prince
200 words
Draco Malfoy hated what his life had become, he was sobbing over a canary bird, stroking it's beautiful yellow feathers, listening to the deceased bird's partner still singing; whether in ignorance or sorrow he did not know. He didn't care. He was as trapped as the black bird, or was as dead as the cold primrose coloured creature that laid in his palms.
He stared at the cabinet in hatred and let out an anguished cry, invoking the little black birds song again, which quietened his sobs but didn't stop his heartache.
He was trapped. He was trapped in a world of death; where no colour was allowed to survive. He had no choice but to take the black – there was no gold and red, no green and silver, no blue and bronze, no yellow and black. Only the black. Only the death. No escape.
Swiping the tears from his eyes Draco Malfoy wrapped the dead bird in his handkerchief and hurried from the Room of Requirement, escaping to the edge of the Forbidden Forest and laying his inadvertent victim in the shallow grave. With his wand he scored words onto a rock he summoned.
'The Freedom of Flight