The Light of Darkness

by teaandsweaters

When I moved to London, I thought I was safe. I thought that Hogwarts, the Safe Haven, was were I could make a life for myself; bury who I really am. How wrong I was.

The green is suffocating. Overwhelming.

I try to move, but my limbs are heavy. My lungs are heavy. Heavy.

And I can't. I can't move.

But I can feel.

I can feel pain. The most extraordinary pain. My lungs are liquid fire, and I can't breathe. Or scream.

My skin is the embodiment of heat itself; my blood is boiled.

My eyes, are two stars: not bright and beautiful but molten.

And my mind has been melted into one thought:

The only thought

That

Matters.

Mattered.

Draco.