Condolences
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He stared out at the forest.
Ever since he was a little boy, he'd stood at this spot on the balcony.
Perhaps it brought him solace, or was simply a stargazing spot. Whatever the
reason was, night after night, he'd stood there.
Tonight, he'd come because of guilt. Guilt caused by killing innocent
people. Some he did not know, some he did know.
Wind rustled his hair, and moonlight caressed his cheeks. His brow
furrowed, thinking of a killing that had happened earlier that day.
He'd known the couple that the Dark Lord had ordered him to kill, from Hogwarts.
They had been two years ahead of him, and on the Gryffindor House Quidditch team.
The young man was one of the Weasley twins, and the girl his fiancee. He'd remembered
only the girl's last name...Bell. They were them dead, by an Unforgivable curse.
He winced, as the memories of another brutal killing, earlier that day.
A group of men, who'd been in his year at Hogwarts. Longbottom, Finch-Fletchley,
MacMillan, and Thomas. This killing was not an order from the Dark Lord. It was
for sport.
Suddenly, his eyes opened wide. He knew what he had to do.
The Mark on his arm burned, yet he ignored the exruciating pain. He
could not ask for condolences from the families of the people he'd killed.
There was only one thing left.
He prepared to jump, but stopped dead in his tracks to utter
a phrase that he thought he'd never utter in his life.
"Long live Harry Potter."
He smiled.
Draco Malfoy ceased to exist.
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DISC: Draco Malfoy doesn't belong to me.
A/N: So how was it? It was my first SERIOUS fic. Please don't be too harsh.
If you want another part, review. Please. The more, the merrier.
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He stared out at the forest.
Ever since he was a little boy, he'd stood at this spot on the balcony.
Perhaps it brought him solace, or was simply a stargazing spot. Whatever the
reason was, night after night, he'd stood there.
Tonight, he'd come because of guilt. Guilt caused by killing innocent
people. Some he did not know, some he did know.
Wind rustled his hair, and moonlight caressed his cheeks. His brow
furrowed, thinking of a killing that had happened earlier that day.
He'd known the couple that the Dark Lord had ordered him to kill, from Hogwarts.
They had been two years ahead of him, and on the Gryffindor House Quidditch team.
The young man was one of the Weasley twins, and the girl his fiancee. He'd remembered
only the girl's last name...Bell. They were them dead, by an Unforgivable curse.
He winced, as the memories of another brutal killing, earlier that day.
A group of men, who'd been in his year at Hogwarts. Longbottom, Finch-Fletchley,
MacMillan, and Thomas. This killing was not an order from the Dark Lord. It was
for sport.
Suddenly, his eyes opened wide. He knew what he had to do.
The Mark on his arm burned, yet he ignored the exruciating pain. He
could not ask for condolences from the families of the people he'd killed.
There was only one thing left.
He prepared to jump, but stopped dead in his tracks to utter
a phrase that he thought he'd never utter in his life.
"Long live Harry Potter."
He smiled.
Draco Malfoy ceased to exist.
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DISC: Draco Malfoy doesn't belong to me.
A/N: So how was it? It was my first SERIOUS fic. Please don't be too harsh.
If you want another part, review. Please. The more, the merrier.