Hope is Hermione
A teenage boy vast approaching adulthood stands alone in an empty graveyard, in front of an unmarked grave. He hasn't moved in over three hours, but how long he has stood there for is irrelevant; his life has become meaningless. He knows this as he finally opens up and begins to speak...
Ironic isn't it? I should've been the one to die, after all I'm dead inside. I have to be, how can a death eater possibly hold any emotion. You never understood that did you? You had your perfect world, a world with morals, a world that knew right from wrong.
God I had to fight against you so often Granger. Fight against myself. I never told you, not once while we were together wanting to hate each other that the opposite was true, and probably never would have. I love you Granger. The word itself feels strange, even foreign but you taught me what it was, what love was so I know that it has to be true.
You gave me a future when my life had no meaning, you enabled me to dream.so I dreamt. You gave me a gift Granger, you gave me hope. *Draco's voice begins to break, he is grateful no one can hear him so weak, so full of emotion* For gods sake Hermione you were my hope, my ticket out of this hellhole; out of these nightmares.
A small, yet significant burning sensation on his left arm told Draco it was time to go. Bringing himself back to reality he heard distant voices screaming, pleading for a way out. He heard so many more innocents die each day- "they will always be the first victims". His eyes that were but mere seconds ago swimming with unshed tears now bore a glazed look as he reminded himself not to think, not to feel and above all not to hope.
"Rest in peace Hermione, maybe one day I'll get to do the same"
He turned away towards the nightmares that faced him. The nightmares that only occur when hope dies.
A teenage boy vast approaching adulthood stands alone in an empty graveyard, in front of an unmarked grave. He hasn't moved in over three hours, but how long he has stood there for is irrelevant; his life has become meaningless. He knows this as he finally opens up and begins to speak...
Ironic isn't it? I should've been the one to die, after all I'm dead inside. I have to be, how can a death eater possibly hold any emotion. You never understood that did you? You had your perfect world, a world with morals, a world that knew right from wrong.
God I had to fight against you so often Granger. Fight against myself. I never told you, not once while we were together wanting to hate each other that the opposite was true, and probably never would have. I love you Granger. The word itself feels strange, even foreign but you taught me what it was, what love was so I know that it has to be true.
You gave me a future when my life had no meaning, you enabled me to dream.so I dreamt. You gave me a gift Granger, you gave me hope. *Draco's voice begins to break, he is grateful no one can hear him so weak, so full of emotion* For gods sake Hermione you were my hope, my ticket out of this hellhole; out of these nightmares.
A small, yet significant burning sensation on his left arm told Draco it was time to go. Bringing himself back to reality he heard distant voices screaming, pleading for a way out. He heard so many more innocents die each day- "they will always be the first victims". His eyes that were but mere seconds ago swimming with unshed tears now bore a glazed look as he reminded himself not to think, not to feel and above all not to hope.
"Rest in peace Hermione, maybe one day I'll get to do the same"
He turned away towards the nightmares that faced him. The nightmares that only occur when hope dies.
