Good Night, Sweet Draco
by h/m
Disclaimer: I don't own Draco, his father, Snape, Dumbledore, Hogwarts, or
Hermione.
Part 1~~~Draco-alive
I contemplate the little rusty goblet I snuck out of the kitchens. There is
something besides water in it. Ground glass. An instant killer. I ponder
whether I should do this. Should I? I put the goblet aside, tucking it
behind my bedside table so that nobody should see it, or worse, try to drink
it. I troop up a long flight of stairs to the balcony. With each footfall, I
have another memory.
Memories...
I remember my father trying to explain the fine lines of the Dark Side to
me. I remember being forced to join. I remember the contamination...the
utter contamination flowing through my veins...I reach the balcony and
produce my father's old pocket knife from inside my robes. With a quick
little jerk, I slit my left wrist and watch the blood ooze out onto the
marble railing. Black. Ebony. Obsidian. Charcoal. Call it whatever you want.
For me, it means contamination. My purity is lost to me forever. Gone.
Memories...
I head back down the steps, running this time, not wanting to shuffle
through all those memories, then have to scrape them back. It's too painful.
Those memories can never be put away. I can never be rid of those memories.
Unless I do what I want to do...or do I? I draw the curtains around my bed
and pick up the goblet. I stare into the rippling clearness of the water,
blocked by a few stray grains of glass here and there. I realize the danger.
If a single drop of this goes down my throat, I'm a goner.
Memories...
That's what I want. I throw my head back and drink down the whole thing.
Pain like I'd never imagined before wraps around my throat, strangling me. I
lie down and blink twice. Three times. I shut my eyes slowly for the fourth
time, not expecting to open them again. I don't.
Part 2~~~Hermione-alive
When I heard the news, I couldn't believe it. A river of emotions flowed
through me, all different and intertwining. Guilt, anger, confusion...
Why would he do it? I thought he had it made. Apparently he didn't. I
remember when Snape dragged me to the Slytherin Dungeons one morning,
probably thinking I'd done something.
Dumbledore was already there, and convinced him that I was in Gryffindor
Tower last night. I remember Snape showing me Malfoy's corpse. I couldn't
believe it. I couldn't believe it any more than I could take my eyes off his
blood. Black.
Why black? Was it a Dark ritual of sorts? Like the pieces of a nightmare
puzzle, it all began to fit together as I stared at his lifeless form. His
father indirectly killed him.
I'd heard him bragging to all the Slytherins about how his father wanted
him to be his heir and to join the Dark Side and all that rot. Poor devil.
He didn't want that. He wanted death. And he has it. I'm so happy for him.
He has peace. It's what he wants. I don't know whether I should be happy.
Should I? Death is so confusing.
The most painful thing is, I've always loved him. Always. Before, all that
was blocking me were two friends and an idiotic rivalry between two men who
died millennia ago. Now what is blocking me is a veil. A huge gray web of
death that separates me from my love. He is lost to me forever. Gone.
Part 3~~~Draco-dead
I remember the veil. It was pushing me down, entwining my limbs in its
silky gray folds, wrapping me up tight and immobile. I remember the voice of
death. Death has a sad and fuzzy voice like a grandfather's. I remember
being sentenced to the same punishment all suicides get-wandering. We will
wander the earth forever, watching our loved ones die alone without us,
watching the impact our suicides had on the ones who remain behind. Our
loved ones are lost to us forever. Gone.
Curse this veil.
It is all that blocks me from eternal happiness. Heaven. But I am in
neither realm, neither source of the Forbidden Elements: The Light. And the
Shadow. I am in between. Suicide. I saw Hermione die without me, her last
words a blessing to my immortal spirit.
Curse this veil.
I saw my father die without me by his side, and then discovered the last and
most morbid torture of the suicide's chi. We are unable to express emotions.
Not only did I have to watch my father suffer completely alone in the world,
from the moment of my death until his and evey more, but I could not mourn
for him.
Curse this veil.
When I swallowed the ground glass, I thought I could forget all that
happened to me. Wrong. The memories stuck, stuck like a coat of mud,
torturing me. No rest. Suicide spirits get no rest. We will wander the earth
forever.
Curse this veil.
It has sucked all life and spirit out of me. However, it left that one
deathly shred of normality that lets me know what is happening. Torture. No
emotion, no peace, no companionship, no comfort...on and on, forever.
Forever, until the sun goes out and the universe collapses and the stars
spontaneously combust in a shower of celestial sparks, the fireworks of the
heaven that we shall never see...forever.
We must endure this forever.
Curse this veil.
Curse it with the fires of hell.
Curse it with all my torment.
The torment of this cursed veil.
End
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by h/m
Disclaimer: I don't own Draco, his father, Snape, Dumbledore, Hogwarts, or
Hermione.
Part 1~~~Draco-alive
I contemplate the little rusty goblet I snuck out of the kitchens. There is
something besides water in it. Ground glass. An instant killer. I ponder
whether I should do this. Should I? I put the goblet aside, tucking it
behind my bedside table so that nobody should see it, or worse, try to drink
it. I troop up a long flight of stairs to the balcony. With each footfall, I
have another memory.
Memories...
I remember my father trying to explain the fine lines of the Dark Side to
me. I remember being forced to join. I remember the contamination...the
utter contamination flowing through my veins...I reach the balcony and
produce my father's old pocket knife from inside my robes. With a quick
little jerk, I slit my left wrist and watch the blood ooze out onto the
marble railing. Black. Ebony. Obsidian. Charcoal. Call it whatever you want.
For me, it means contamination. My purity is lost to me forever. Gone.
Memories...
I head back down the steps, running this time, not wanting to shuffle
through all those memories, then have to scrape them back. It's too painful.
Those memories can never be put away. I can never be rid of those memories.
Unless I do what I want to do...or do I? I draw the curtains around my bed
and pick up the goblet. I stare into the rippling clearness of the water,
blocked by a few stray grains of glass here and there. I realize the danger.
If a single drop of this goes down my throat, I'm a goner.
Memories...
That's what I want. I throw my head back and drink down the whole thing.
Pain like I'd never imagined before wraps around my throat, strangling me. I
lie down and blink twice. Three times. I shut my eyes slowly for the fourth
time, not expecting to open them again. I don't.
Part 2~~~Hermione-alive
When I heard the news, I couldn't believe it. A river of emotions flowed
through me, all different and intertwining. Guilt, anger, confusion...
Why would he do it? I thought he had it made. Apparently he didn't. I
remember when Snape dragged me to the Slytherin Dungeons one morning,
probably thinking I'd done something.
Dumbledore was already there, and convinced him that I was in Gryffindor
Tower last night. I remember Snape showing me Malfoy's corpse. I couldn't
believe it. I couldn't believe it any more than I could take my eyes off his
blood. Black.
Why black? Was it a Dark ritual of sorts? Like the pieces of a nightmare
puzzle, it all began to fit together as I stared at his lifeless form. His
father indirectly killed him.
I'd heard him bragging to all the Slytherins about how his father wanted
him to be his heir and to join the Dark Side and all that rot. Poor devil.
He didn't want that. He wanted death. And he has it. I'm so happy for him.
He has peace. It's what he wants. I don't know whether I should be happy.
Should I? Death is so confusing.
The most painful thing is, I've always loved him. Always. Before, all that
was blocking me were two friends and an idiotic rivalry between two men who
died millennia ago. Now what is blocking me is a veil. A huge gray web of
death that separates me from my love. He is lost to me forever. Gone.
Part 3~~~Draco-dead
I remember the veil. It was pushing me down, entwining my limbs in its
silky gray folds, wrapping me up tight and immobile. I remember the voice of
death. Death has a sad and fuzzy voice like a grandfather's. I remember
being sentenced to the same punishment all suicides get-wandering. We will
wander the earth forever, watching our loved ones die alone without us,
watching the impact our suicides had on the ones who remain behind. Our
loved ones are lost to us forever. Gone.
Curse this veil.
It is all that blocks me from eternal happiness. Heaven. But I am in
neither realm, neither source of the Forbidden Elements: The Light. And the
Shadow. I am in between. Suicide. I saw Hermione die without me, her last
words a blessing to my immortal spirit.
Curse this veil.
I saw my father die without me by his side, and then discovered the last and
most morbid torture of the suicide's chi. We are unable to express emotions.
Not only did I have to watch my father suffer completely alone in the world,
from the moment of my death until his and evey more, but I could not mourn
for him.
Curse this veil.
When I swallowed the ground glass, I thought I could forget all that
happened to me. Wrong. The memories stuck, stuck like a coat of mud,
torturing me. No rest. Suicide spirits get no rest. We will wander the earth
forever.
Curse this veil.
It has sucked all life and spirit out of me. However, it left that one
deathly shred of normality that lets me know what is happening. Torture. No
emotion, no peace, no companionship, no comfort...on and on, forever.
Forever, until the sun goes out and the universe collapses and the stars
spontaneously combust in a shower of celestial sparks, the fireworks of the
heaven that we shall never see...forever.
We must endure this forever.
Curse this veil.
Curse it with the fires of hell.
Curse it with all my torment.
The torment of this cursed veil.
End
Disclaimer II: I now own both Disclaimers.
Disclaimer III: Claiming to own Disclaimers belongs to Twist.
Disclaimer IV: Now I have four disclaimers! =)
Disclaimer V: Hello!
Disclaimer VI: Roman numerals are actually really easy to write. There are
very few rules.
Disclaimer VII: Are you STILL reading these?
Disclaimer VIII: If so, what on earth for?
Disclaimer IX: Have you no life?
Disclaimer X: No passion?
Disclaimer XI: No disclaimers on your fanfics?
Disclaimer XII: Well, let me tell you somethin', hot stuff!
Disclaimer XIII: You, baby, are in DIRE need of a life!
Disclaimer IXV: Wow! Fourteen disclaimers!
Disclaimer XV: Now, where was I? Oh! Yes...
Disclaimer XVI: You desperately need a life.
Disclaimer XVII: So go get one.
Disclaimer XVIII: The way to do that is by doing things!
Disclaimer IXX: What? You say you don't have anything to do?
DIsclaimer XX: (Wowee. Twenty disclaimers.) Well, here's something to do.
Disclaimer XXI: Go write some disclaimers!
Disclaimer XXII: Are you still here?!
Disclaimer XXIII: If so, get yourself to a mental hospital RIGHT AWAY!
Disclaimer IXXV: Oh, how lovely! You're in the rubber room next to mine! So
now we're neighbors! ^_^
Disclaimer XXV: Bye!
Disclaimer XXVI: Just checking if you are still here...
Disclaimer XXVII: Oh, you're not? p
Disclaimer XXVIII: Listen, hon, my reviews have been dryin' up. Review this
fic please, hmm?
Disclaimer IXXX: Thank you, kind person!
Disclaimer XXX: GOODBYE.