Title: Silence of the Night
Author: Isabelle Malfoy Potter Snape/ Draco's Love Angel
Category: Romance/ Adventure
Rating: Pg-13 (probably mild language)
Summary: Voldemort is dead. Life is back to normal in the wizarding world
for all except one boy. Harry can't eat, can't sleep and finds his only
happiness in the night, can our favorite potions master find away to help
Harry?
Authors Notes: This is a story that I think you will enjoy. Feel free to
be brutally honest with me! All suggestions you have are welcome
Chapter One: Where Do I Go From Here?
I know I should be happy that Voldemort is gone, that there's no longer a mad man trying to take my life at every opportunity, but I'm not. Why? Because all the people who are dead still haunt my dreams and these demons I can not put to rest. I killed him on my own turf in muggle London. Voldemort has always been my cross to bear and so I decided two weeks before he died I would run away and keep him from all those whom I love so much. I refused to have hurt anyone else because of me. So sixteen and alone I wondered around the slums of London, putting myself out in the open waiting for him to come and he did.
He told me that it was just us now, he would not allow his deatheaters to do what they wanted to do for him. I remember him saying "No this boy is mine. Potter you have been lucky enough to escape for the past sixteen years but no more. Tonight we finish this once and for all." Very well, I said if you want me come to a place called shire. And then using a portkey I asked Dumbledore to make for me, I went to this barren land where no could get hurt and waited for him. About three minutes later he appeared with his deatheater minions.
I knew that this was it that he would die and that possibly I would die. I have never feared death and even wanted then as I do now. We took fighting stances and it began. First simple spells like Rictusempra and then moved on to bigger ones like Crucio. Eventually we grew tired of the games we were playing and the final round began. Bloody, tired, and wanting nothing more to sleep forever I raised my arm and said "Avada Kedavra!" Into these words I poured my hate, pain, sorrow, anger, and joy. There was a flash of green and then he fell to the ground dead as a doorknob.
That's when I realized I wasn't alone. Snape, Dumbledore, McGonagall, Sirius, Remus, Hermione, Ron, and Draco all stood behind me ready to say the spell in case when I said the two words it did not work. They quickly stunned the deatheaters and then all turned to me. I gave them a smile, something that is rare now for me, and then we went to Hogwarts. For days I sat in the Astronomy Tower just thinking about my life, his life, all those dead, and the wizarding world in general.
Of course Fudge being the idiot that he made me do an interview with a reporter from the daily prophet. I don't think he gets that I just want to be left alone. No one does, they all come and congratulate me and thank me, but they don't get it.
No one does except *him* He gets that sometime being alone is better than being with others. He understands the sacrifices I made to do what I did, he understands that I hurt and I want to die. He understands that I have no idea where to go now. The wizarding world does not need me anymore, so what do I do? Quidditch is something that I can't so for the rest of my life, I don't want to be an auror, I've had enough of that to last me a life time.
So what do I do? How do I continue to live? I have no idea and there is the problem. I wish the others could help me but I know they can't, they don't understand. Not even Dumbledore understands. I have nightmare about all of them who died, Colin, Pansy (who turned out to be a spy like Draco), and many others. Over hundred deaths on my head, most of them innocent muggles who had no idea why they were dying. They haunt me asking me why I didn't defeat him earlier. The accuse me and I try to explain that I'm sorry and that I did my best but I know that they are right. That I should have stayed the day he got his body and fought to the end, but I was a coward and because of it, many innocent people have paid the price.
I don't understand how they can praise a murderer because in the end that's what I am, a coward and a murderer. I don't think this feeling of emptiness will ever leave me. I'm sixteen, had more run ins with death in my sixteen years then most people have in their life, defeated a dark lord, and all I want to do is die. But *he* refuses to let me. We talk but lately I haven't had the energy to do much of anything. I hate whenever we have to eat because I have to face the world once again and it hurts.
I just wish that I could stay in this tower forever by myself. Not eat, not sleep but stay here in this beautiful tranquil place where no one can haunt me or make me feel like the murderer I am. I wish I could stay here frozen, numb in the silence of the night.
Authors End Notes: Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! Please review!
Chapter One: Where Do I Go From Here?
I know I should be happy that Voldemort is gone, that there's no longer a mad man trying to take my life at every opportunity, but I'm not. Why? Because all the people who are dead still haunt my dreams and these demons I can not put to rest. I killed him on my own turf in muggle London. Voldemort has always been my cross to bear and so I decided two weeks before he died I would run away and keep him from all those whom I love so much. I refused to have hurt anyone else because of me. So sixteen and alone I wondered around the slums of London, putting myself out in the open waiting for him to come and he did.
He told me that it was just us now, he would not allow his deatheaters to do what they wanted to do for him. I remember him saying "No this boy is mine. Potter you have been lucky enough to escape for the past sixteen years but no more. Tonight we finish this once and for all." Very well, I said if you want me come to a place called shire. And then using a portkey I asked Dumbledore to make for me, I went to this barren land where no could get hurt and waited for him. About three minutes later he appeared with his deatheater minions.
I knew that this was it that he would die and that possibly I would die. I have never feared death and even wanted then as I do now. We took fighting stances and it began. First simple spells like Rictusempra and then moved on to bigger ones like Crucio. Eventually we grew tired of the games we were playing and the final round began. Bloody, tired, and wanting nothing more to sleep forever I raised my arm and said "Avada Kedavra!" Into these words I poured my hate, pain, sorrow, anger, and joy. There was a flash of green and then he fell to the ground dead as a doorknob.
That's when I realized I wasn't alone. Snape, Dumbledore, McGonagall, Sirius, Remus, Hermione, Ron, and Draco all stood behind me ready to say the spell in case when I said the two words it did not work. They quickly stunned the deatheaters and then all turned to me. I gave them a smile, something that is rare now for me, and then we went to Hogwarts. For days I sat in the Astronomy Tower just thinking about my life, his life, all those dead, and the wizarding world in general.
Of course Fudge being the idiot that he made me do an interview with a reporter from the daily prophet. I don't think he gets that I just want to be left alone. No one does, they all come and congratulate me and thank me, but they don't get it.
No one does except *him* He gets that sometime being alone is better than being with others. He understands the sacrifices I made to do what I did, he understands that I hurt and I want to die. He understands that I have no idea where to go now. The wizarding world does not need me anymore, so what do I do? Quidditch is something that I can't so for the rest of my life, I don't want to be an auror, I've had enough of that to last me a life time.
So what do I do? How do I continue to live? I have no idea and there is the problem. I wish the others could help me but I know they can't, they don't understand. Not even Dumbledore understands. I have nightmare about all of them who died, Colin, Pansy (who turned out to be a spy like Draco), and many others. Over hundred deaths on my head, most of them innocent muggles who had no idea why they were dying. They haunt me asking me why I didn't defeat him earlier. The accuse me and I try to explain that I'm sorry and that I did my best but I know that they are right. That I should have stayed the day he got his body and fought to the end, but I was a coward and because of it, many innocent people have paid the price.
I don't understand how they can praise a murderer because in the end that's what I am, a coward and a murderer. I don't think this feeling of emptiness will ever leave me. I'm sixteen, had more run ins with death in my sixteen years then most people have in their life, defeated a dark lord, and all I want to do is die. But *he* refuses to let me. We talk but lately I haven't had the energy to do much of anything. I hate whenever we have to eat because I have to face the world once again and it hurts.
I just wish that I could stay in this tower forever by myself. Not eat, not sleep but stay here in this beautiful tranquil place where no one can haunt me or make me feel like the murderer I am. I wish I could stay here frozen, numb in the silence of the night.
Authors End Notes: Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! Please review!