Trees
Disclaimer: I do not own anything except the tree. I make no profits from this story and all characters are the right of J.K. Rowling.
Summary: Draco's inner contemplation about drawing trees. Implied slash and character death if you squint with one eye and close the other.
I always thought being an artist would be easy. I scoffed at my professor when he gave me my first assignment – trees. I was almost insulted. This man actually thought it would take me more than an hour to draw a tree? I had then decided to draw the damned tree as fast as I could so that I could move on to a real assignment. It took me a mere fifteen minutes, but when I was finished, my professor had only smiled at me sadly. He had wondered how a tree that looked so lush and full could look so lifeless as well. It has been two months since I drew that first tree and I have finally figured out what I've been doing wrong. For too long, I have been trying to draw a perfect tree. It took me until now to realize there is no such thing. No, this time, the trunk is scarred and twisted, worn by the traumas of the past. The branches have no leaves for no new joy can grow there. All that remains are remnants of a time when joy was obtainable. Even the roots are coming out of the ground, as the home the tree made itself there many years ago is now everything but one. The tree is dying. Despite the death and sorrow that now lives there, there is still one breath of life that is holding on. In the center of the tree, are carved the letters H and P, and they alone shine brightly. They represent the first time the tree was given love and care and the only time the tree actually knew joy. Those letters alone are the reason that the tree is still alive. And the reason it will keep on living. My professor still smiles sadly, but this time there is approval in his smile.
"I've never seen a dying tree with so much life inside of it."
"I have. I see it everyday", I whisper to myself as he walks away. I see it everyday and wonder if it will ever just give up. Then I remember what Harry died for and know the answer. No. That tree, as dead as it may seem, will never give up.
Um…. Yeah. I don't know what inspired this, but here it is. I hope you like it. Please review. It makes me squee: )
