I hope this story will provide me get closure on Harry Potter.
I do not own any of the characters in this story. The plot alone is mine.
Nam Amor.
Hermione Granger stared at a cross in her hands.
Draco Malfoy offered a salute and a smirk.
Ronald Weasley held one arm behind his back and continued his pushups, "eighty nine, ninety...".
As he passed the next cell, the inmate smiled at him and went back to reading his book.
"Please wait Mr. Malfoy." Turning a page, he continued, "This chapter speaks about one revolutionary meeting another."
My mind seemed restless. I, Lucius Malfoy, commander of the Dark Lord, should not have had respect for my enemies. A Death Eater's sole purpose was to maim and kill their light. He could not explain why he felt a camaraderie with those he ought to destroy.
So lost in thought, he missed Harry Potter closing the book and standing up. He heard, "Thank you. Let's go".
"You are eager to meet your end?" There is no mockery in my tone.
The Boy who lived met my eyes and what he said, echoed in my mind till I died.
"This is not my end. The war does not end with me. With us. More will come and more will die. Our hope will live on forever."
I always believed there were two kinds of men in this world. Men who go to their deaths screaming, the men who go to their deaths in silence.
As I led them to the gallows, the feeling of wrongness returned. In the stillness after the sound of the gibbet I realized, I had lost my purpose.
I had met the third kind.
I am planning to make a novel out of this. Suggestions are welcome.
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- Dhivya