A/N: I went to the premiere of the HP and the Half-Blood Prince. It was great despite the fact that left out a lot. The trailer made it seem so much better. Oh well.

Summary: Draco always liked birds, how they could fly away without a care in the world. It wasn't until he started killing those little birds did he realize that he didn't wan to be chose. He didn't want the glory, he didn't feel honored. He was a bird too, and he was scared because his wigns had been taken from him.

Rating: T for Insanity/Suicidal Themes

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of it's characters, J.K. Rowling does.

That little bird. That little bird that I killed. It was a white bird, small, tiny, breakable. It was different then with the apple. The apple there was a bite taken out of it. I didn't really think of it. Yet when I muttered the spell and sent the bird away, I hoped it would survive. When I opened the cabinet and saw it...the idea of killing something disgusted me. Yet I was the Chosen One. The Dark Lord chose me, and yet I cried for that little bird.

When I killed that little bird, it hurt.

Katie came back. I never hated her despite her being a Gryffindor. I had just walked into the mess hall and saw her. She had been talking to Potter. She seemed weak, pale, different. She reminded me of that little bird. Simply killed because of me, hurt, and simply gone. She wasn't supposed to be hurt. Never her, Katie Bell wasn't supposed to be cursed. For I was the Chosen One. The Dark Lord chose me, and yet I cried for that little bird too.

When she looked at me, it hurt more.

That stupid mirror. The mirror that showed me what a terrible person I was. I wanted to shatter it. I wanted the mirror to break and to use the shards to hurt. I splashed water on my face. Cool water, clear water, that was yet to be tainted. She taught me that while I cried about the two birds that I hurt. Those pretty little birds. But I was the Chosen One. The Dark Lord chose me but I cried for what I had become: I'm a little bird too.

I deserved it, Sectumsempra, it didn't help though.

Then they came. Bellatrix, Greyback, and two others. Does it really matter? She wasn't there with me for once. That girl wasn't there. She left me, she claimed that she hated me. She was right, I hated me too. I held up my wand at him. I didn't want to kill him. I didn't want to hurt another little bird. He seemed accepting, though I thank Snape for stepping in. Despite being the Chosen One. The Dark Lord chose me, something I never wanted.

When I showed him the mark, I think he saw the scars too.

Hogwarts. I never thought anything of it. Only when Bellatrix destroyed the Grand Hall did I feel like breaking down in public. When Hagrid's Hut went up in flames, I wanted to die. When she caused the Dark Mark to appear, I wanted to scream. Yet she continued and even Potter was going to be killed I felt sad. She kept killing those pretty, little, white birds. I don't want to be the Chosen One. The Dark Lord chose me, so it would hurt.

It always burned black, so I burned the other one too.

A/N: If you are confused please tell me, I suggest to go watch the movie soon too. Draco is btw suffering from insanity, Schitzophrania, to be exact. Though at this point of time he's being very slowly thrown over the edge. The "Girl" he mentions is a figment of his imagination.