Predator
By Cynic
Disclaimer and Warning- I do not own Harry Potter. I am not claming to own Harry Potter. If you sue me I have a good lawyer *wink*. This is rated PG-13 for language and mature themes. Children under thirteen are advised to … dunno forget the rest..
A/N- I have had this on my computer for a while and I randomly decided to post it. Fear Cynic's randomness. Read and need I say, Review? Oh and Flames must include every letter from A-Z twice and all the digits. They must also include a quote from each of the Harry Potter books and Inu-yasha's favorite word.
Prey
A flash of light amidst the darkness.
Not hope.
Never hope.
A flash of light reflected from twin pools filled with restless gray liquor.
A flash of anger. A flash of hate. A flash of fear.
Zoom outward and there is a face.
Angular, frightening in its perfection. Carved out of ice by no sculptor, for it is not human enough for art. Not a painting either, for it has far more depth. Limitless depth, with the light spiraling deep into the dark abyss until it dies. For light always fades in his eyes.
The Face has a name. The name is the face, and the face belongs to the name. Malfoy. And not only Malfoy, but Draco Malfoy. The dragon who breathes ice instead of fire, for fire is too human, to passionate for the frozen king of Slytherin. He even hates with coldness. He even fears with no heat.
He rested upon the pedestal of his name, of his lineage, of his birth. He was untouchable, and enjoyed it that way. As a god from the heavens, bestowed upon Hogwarts to create fantasy and sow discord. I hate him.
I want to hate him and love him and hurt him and help him and watch him cry and make him cry and break him and make him bleed and kill him. But most of all, I want him.
Predator
He is mine to do as a which. The megalomania that has since consumed me is rearing. It demands feeding, and it demands blood and it demands cum. Malfoy was unspoiled, but the rot surrounded him. He shall not escape. I want him to cry. In pleasure and in pain. I want him to beg. For mercy and for more. I want a halt to the perfection and I want to destroy my past. For Malfoy knows who I was. Who I am. And more importantly, who I will be.
I was Harry Potter, but they still see me as such. The scar was Harry Potter and with the removal of said scar, so Harry Potter died. Malfoy knew me better than all. He saw, through the façade that I carefully erected for those that used to love me. He must be destroyed for that knowledge. Knowledge is power, and I must have more power.
The curse that would have killed me in infancy, so I used on the persecutor. With a flash of a spell my fate was sealed and the Dark Lord died laughing. He had won. And I had lost. Power is addictive and I must renew my supply.
The flash of light is green in the darkness.
The flash of light shows a broken Adonis.
The flash of light shows death.
