Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter., nor do I own any Nightwish songs or lyrics, though I worship the people who do on hands and knees.
A/N: If you aren't familiar with Nightwish, you really ought to be. They're my absolutely positutely favourite band ever. In any case, this is the first of several short Draco/Harry themed one-shots that I've written based on various different songs of theirs. Most of them are pretty darkish, but not overly.
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Angels Fall First
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I sit by your grave, a single red rose in my hand. I brush the dark, nearly black petals against my lips and close my eyes, silently wishing that I could laugh at the cliché. Gently, I lay the flower down on the freshly turned up soil and sit back on my heels. I feel as if I should say something, anything, but I quickly shake the feeling. You are gone, and there is nothing to say. Everything that I could, should, would have said has vanished along with you. Others will cry for you, but I know that the tears are useless and would be unwanted. You always wanted people to be happy. That is, after all, why you fought this war. To deliver us from Voldemort's reign of terror. To allow us to live on in peace, to grow up, to grow old, to make way for new generations, to continue the cycle of life. How were you to know that, in granting us a life of freedom, your own life would be spent?
I never understood how you were so devoted to your cause. It seemed strange to me that you could be so selfless. I fought for you, yes, but I fought for you. Or, rather, to keep you with me. I couldn't bear to lose you, and I knew that, no matter what else I might do for you, you could never love me if I didn't support you in this one thing. Still, it seems that, in the end, I lost you anyways.
You talked, sometimes, of how things would be after the war. How we would live together, no more secrets and no more hiding. We would have a house, you said, and maybe even adopt a child. I would smile and shake my head, for I maintained that I hated children. I never told you, perhaps I never truly realized, how much I wanted the future that you described.
I remember the way you looked the first time you told me that you loved me. Your smile was so warm and so beautiful, and the way the sun lit up your face made you look like an angel. I kissed you, and held you in my arms, but I never told you that I loved you back. Somehow, I couldn't bring myself to do it. You'll never know how much I regret my silence.
I stand now, and brush the dirt and grass from my trousers. I turn to leave, to start a new chapter of my life, but I cannot help but look back. The moonlight shines down, illuminating your simple gravestone, and for a moment I entertain the idea that you are watching me, from somewhere high above. I love you, my Guardian Angel, I whisper, just in case.
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