Grey
By So Yun
No one is listening.
Father is at it again, screaming at mother. Today was rather different though, I came down the staircase to find him tearing out Mother's hair. To me it was rather strange, but I looked away and kept walking. Perhaps Uncle Severus won't mind if I stay with him. At least he listens to me, he abhors Potter as much as I do and we have many hours of amusement thinking of insults.
Severus is more of a father than Lucius, although, he never listens to me truly. No one ever has.
D.L.M
Somewhat, dismally, grey.
Sometimes I think the world is crashing down around me. There is always going to be light and dark, well what is I wanted to be grey? The world and my father would never allow it.
I could never bring myself to be on Saint Potter's side, but I know I can't stay on my father's. If Uncle Severus can be in the middle, so can I.
The world is not just black and white, it is grey.
D.L.M
The entire world around me.
Potter talked to me today, he had this odd sincerity in his eyes; it almost frightened me. He says I can change sides; I can help win the war against the dark and save peoples lives. And with honesty he said quietly, that I can help save the people who are grey.
I nearly believed him.
D.L.M
Help me. Someone.
Pansy wouldn't keep her disgusting paws of me, she claims we are to be betrothed and all that rot. She gloats on and on about how when she receives the dark mark, she will make it up into the ranks, we will, she said; make it up the ranks together.
I shuddered to think of this and left her, I remember feeling so helpless that I was almost tempted to go see Potter.
I didn't.
D.L.M
I am torn.
I got it. The letter, I saw my father's hand writing on the front, My Dear Son, Draco, almost scrawled affectionately. By the time I got the seal open, my hands were shaking and as I read his words, something inside me broke. I dropped the letter as if it burnt me then sent a tearing curse at it. I watched it; I watched as it was torn into a thousand pieces. Then I ran, never looking back.
For the first time since Harry Potter rejected my friendship, I felt the foreign wetness in my eyes and down my cheeks.
I was crying.
D.L.M
Rivers of my father's blood.
I've made it through school, but now I stand in the forefront of a battleground. I stand on my own, Potter and the Light side to my left and my father's and his master to the right. Potter is giving me a look of almost concern, as I stand in the pitiful mud by myself. But his attention wavers as the first curse is thrown.
I threw myself into battle, and the last thing that my pale fingers ever did was shove my knife into my father's throat as Harry Potter killed the Dark Lord.
He stares at me; "The grey side has won" is all he says as he lowers me to the ground.
All is black.
D.L.M
Starting again.
My Mother is screaming hysterically across the ward. Till the end, she loved my father no matter how bad he was to her. I wish I could say the same.
Potter put me in the Hospital wing and has been visiting me ever since. One day when I was better and was about to go and sell my father's manor, he held out his hand and said, "My name is Harry Potter, how about you?"
I shook his hand and replied, "My name is Draco Grey."
D.L.M
The End