A/N: This is one of my first fanfic experiments way-back-when that got an update. I do not own any of the Wizarding World or Harry Potter and Co. I hope you enjoy and please leave a review :-)
I hid in the Gryffindor dorm, closed within my bed, separate from the world outside my maroon curtains, muffled sobs wracked my body. They call me the savior, the hero; how can they be so blind? I killed people, I was a murderer, yet everyone wanted to worship the ground I walked on and kiss the hands that cast the curses.
'It'll be tonight,' I begin to think as the tears begin to taper off. 'The tallest tower on the eastern side; Sunrise, all those beautiful colors, it'll be the perfect time to die.'
Leaving my bed, my decision made, I left everything behind, what need would I have of the cloak or the map when I was going to end everything; what do I care now of House points? I walked the halls and stairs, my legs slowly turning numb and my hands were frozen through; the tears, though, warm my face. I don't wipe away their stain, I was tired of hiding, my pain was on display and no one was present to see it.
How many people had to die before his blood lust was filled? How many innocents did I allow to die before I manned up and faced him? The flush of anger was gone before I realized that I was angry. 'It doesn't matter anymore,' I thought. 'He's dead and I'll be joining him soon.'
Opening the heavy wooden door brought the whisper of the wind on my face, like a lover's fingers running over me and into my unruly raven hair. Three steps were all it took to bring me to the open window, a quick step up and I was looking down. For a moment I saw Dumbledore falling again and I had to close my eyes as more tears escaped. No, I needed to see something beautiful before I die, something magical. Opening my heavy lids, the first glimpse of the rising sun began to lighten the sky, the dark blues, and purples giving away to the greens, yellows, oranges, and reds.
"Forgive me," I say to no one, my voice almost foreign to my own ears. "I'm just so tired…" Keeping my eyes fixed on the sky I lean forward. I feel the butterflies in my stomach and I can almost feel excited.
"NOO!"I voice roars as arms spring around me, yanking me and pulling me from my path. I scream, I struggle, but I'm too weak and I take a moment to curse myself for my lack of appetite. Soon enough they had me on the floor, the cloak around them hid the traitors face so I wasn't sure who had stopped me.
Falling limp I resort to begging, "Please, just let me go."
"I can't," the man, for no female, would have that voice, chokes out. He lifts one hand cautiously and removed his hood and I find my "savior" staring straight into my soul.
"Why?" I question confused as silver-gray eyes hold me in time.
"You would leave those you love?" He retorts, his unforgettable sneer in place.
"No one can love a monster," I spit with venom. "Especially those who refuse to see it," I finish with lack luster.
"You idiot," Malfoy says with a curious expression. "Of course there are those who can love a monster."
"Who?" I say doubtful.
"A monster can," he replies with a hint of a smile before his lips brush mine gently, the taste of tears on his lips.