Disclaimer: I don't own any of this -truly sad, don't you think so?
Innocence (Draco)
Once upon a time, he was a child, too. But it was so long ago.
Now… Now he's only a man, only the man he has to be. Now he's a killer, or he'd be, if only the damn wand stopped trembling in his hand, if only he could cut all the thoughts. Come on, Draco, he breathes. Come on.
But the old man's there, right in front of him, and he tells him not to do it. Don't, Draco. There's another way. And he doesn't understand, he can't understand, old, stupid, damn crazy fool. Chances wasted away too long ago, they disappeared when his father was captured, when the Lord asked him to do this –Come on, Draco- and he couldn't say no. He lost his chance, and his childhood at the same time, when the magic was marked in his skin, skull and snake, and he screamed.
Nobody heard him.
So he closes his eyes, breathes. Deep, too deep, Draco; swallow all the air, until you cannot swallow more, until the guilt is buried, hidden away. And say it. Two words. Only two words. Avada Kedavra, and everything will be fine.
There will be no road back.
Danny