Disclaimer: Don't sue, JK, I have a right to free speech
A/N: I write this while darkness threatens me. It hurts. I had to get it out. Stay away from the shadows.
So cold
By Final Destination
It's easy to blaze through the day in a whirlwind of energy and insults, fights and adventures, but when you're lying alone in your soft bed at night and the world starts to close in and coldness creeps upon you it's hard to be your usual self. How can you be insulting if there's no one to hurt? How can you be insufferable if there's no one to care.
You wonder what it would be like to have a real friend. Would your frozen heart melt away with your fear?
During the daylight hours you do not have to thing or feel and everything is fine. You are Draco Malfoy, spoilt brat, slytherin prince, Dark Lord's apprentice. Future death eater. That's okay, you don't mind.
But it is only an act. This is not who you are.
There is one person who you are sure would identify with you.
His soul is twisted, just like yours. You can see the deadness in his jade eyes.
You could not imagine anyone who gave the appearance of being more different than yourself. He is the brave hero, pure of heart, vanquisher of the Dark Lord and golden gryffindor lion no less.
Behind this mask you know the monster that lurks inside.
You search out this raven through this sinister, gothic castle, and when you can not find him you realise that of course, he's outside. Where he can fly free.
You tell him that you thought he needed a friend, but the truth is you need one too. Crystal tears slither down his cheeks like you've never seen before, so elegantly. He rasps out your name and you start to cry too because you hurt so bad. You ask him why it had to be like this and he says that he wants to know the same thing.
His lips curve into a bitter smile. He says he hopes you can return to the facade tomorrow. He says the façade is beautiful and yet he kind of thinks the real you is better.
Harry is surprisingly sweet and cynical. Not a bloody roaring gryffindor lion. You knew he would be.
That's why you can't let the Dark Lord get to him. You have to intervene before it's too late. You know the prophecy, one cannot live while the other survives. Therefore it is you who is going to make sure Harry is not the one that dies.
You don't mind. You want the last thing you do to be completely worthwhile, and saving him has got to be the best idea you can come up with. Here's to death, love.
The End
A/N: That's some gloomy shit, huh? I'm gonna write a happy story next time!