Lost
IT'S unfair.
Everything.
Ever since you were S I X T E E N
a teenager
Who should be off
Wrecking harmless havoc
Having fun with friends
Not killing headmasters
Entering in murderers
With no mercy
You were sixteen.
A teenager.
You couldn't have killed somebody:
-and you didn't;
you failed-
Much less the headmaster of your school
(no matter how much you despised him)
You couldn't have gotten Death Eaters into your school
(no matter how much you hate Hogwarts)
And you still can't -
Can't, how much you hate that word;
Do anything that'll kill anybody
Even Potter and his stupid friends
And you hate them, too
"I can't be sure."
L
I
A
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Of COURSE you're sure
You've been enemies for six, seven long years now
How could you not be sure?
But you can't say it. You can't.
Can't, how much you hate that word;
You won't do it.
(Won't is better: you have more control;
you like control).
"Look closely, Draco."
You don't have to look bloody closely.
You've known him, saw him, for seven YEARS
You know it's him
Who else would it be?
But you c – won't, you won't say it
Why do they always put these things upon you?
Dumbledore. Potter.
You want nothing to do with this.
Not anymore.
You've proved yourself
(your left arm confirms that
much too well)
WHY should you have to
Take a part in
Helping kill someone
When you don't want to?
But you're a COWARD
No matter how much you hate it
You're a bloody coward
Granger's screaming
Bella, stop it.
STOP IT, BELLA
You hate Granger,
the filthy Mudblood
But her screams are hurting your ears
and
your insides are churning
And you're going to vomit all over the 5,000 galleon carpet
Which is already stained
With her dirty, filthy blood
Just kill her already.
Potter and Weasley're back
(because they succeed in everything, don't they?)
Bella's holding a knife to the Mudblood's throat
She makes you fetch their wands
And you, obedient little puppet you are, run forward and do
Cursing yourself inside while you touch the wands
And walk back
Not looking at anybody
(who's there to look at?
you hate them all)
What's become of you?
It's disgusting.
You wish you'd taken up Dumbledore's offer
Quickly, before Bella and the rest had come
You should have taken his offer of escape & protection
But now
You're lost.
A/N: Aw, my poor darling x3