Hello everyone! This is a Drarry fic, but I decided to put a bit of a spin on it: a lot of references are made to the musical Hamilton (which I highly recommend you listen to before reading this) I was feeling really emotional one night, and after reading a lot of Drarry and listening to Hamilton, this fic idea came up, so I decided to type it out! Apologies in advance for the probable spelling and grammar errors, this was written on my phone. It's also basically a rough draft at this point, so pleasee don't be too harsh, I will revise when I have the time! Please review and/or like it if you enjoyed this, it really makes my day!

Songs:

"Your Obedient Servant"

"The World Was Wide Enough"

*WARNING MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH*

Chapter One

I dip my quill into the paper, rest it on the paper, and begin writing my own death wish.

Dear Mr. Potter,

I am slow to anger, but I told a lie, as I reckon with the effects of your life on mine. I looked back at where I failed, and in every place I've checked, the only common thread has been your disrespect. Now you call me immoral, a dangerous disgrace.

Well here's why I'd beg to differ (an itemized list of 8 years of disagreements):

The first was on the train heading towards our future.. the train ride on which you refused my hand. But you refused more than my friendship. You refused power. You could have ruled the world. But no. You decided to side with Wesley, or course. You could have been great, you know..

The second time was every time. Every time you caught the snitch. Every time, you caught the snitch. I was brought up knowing I was better than most everyone at Hogwarts, but from the start I was confident I would be the talk of the class when it came to flying. Then you came along. Harry Potter, who had never ridden a broom before, outflow me? And got a place on the Quidditch team in his first year? My father couldn't have that, so he got me in as soon as he could. It wasn't enough for you, to win every game, was It?

The third time was the end of first year. When our late headmaster pulled his Gryffindor card. We had worked that year, for all of those points. We had done our work, kept our noses down, and what had we gotten out of it? Another victory for you. You never thought of us, did you? Never thought of all the first years who had worked all year, just to be about to feel the glory of winning the house cup.. never thought about all of the times we had been called off, made fun of, for being what we were taught to be? All the times we ignored those comments, didn't let them goad us, to keep the points that would have been lost for dueling? No, you just took that from us, swept the joy off of all of our eleven year old faces..

You never hesitate, you exhibit no restraint, you take and you take and you take and you keep on winning anyway..

Countless times, you've been the one there, obnoxiously screaming your head off about who knows what glorious accomplishment you be just made. And then there's always been me. Your enemy. The one you be despised from the beginning. Could I keep you from winning?

Every time, you've been there with your golden friends. Laughing at me. Was I too golden for you? Hypocrite, you have all your parents riches, and yet you poke fun at me for my inheritance? And what? Because I follow my father's footsteps? I'll have you know, I never had any other choice. From the moment I was born, I was my father's son. My mother might have doubted it, but she had no power to change what he wanted. And you insulted me for that, my inheritance, my expectations, my gold? Gold cannot be pure, and people cannot be perfect, Potter.

You've kept me from the room where it happens, for the last time. I want to be in the room where it happens, for the last time.

You've always stood for the mudbloods, the underdogs, the undeserving. I spent years, wishing I could have a friend like you. But no. You stood up to the teachers. You stood up to my parents. You stood up to him. The Dark Lord. You stood up to him, so I wasn't allowed to stand up for you. And you know what, Potter? If you want to keep standing, then stand.

We hearken, dawn. Wands drawn.

I have the honor to be your obedient servant,

I drop the quill from my hand as quickly as humanly possible. Almost as if it was an instrument that I was pouring my soul out of into the parchment. Which, incidentally, it was. And it was also this piece of parchment that I would be sending to Him.

The center of my universe, however much I despised it. Everything in my life had been around him. Everything was, and will be. Unless that changes. And the simplest way to kill an entire galaxy? Destroy the star.

I may be the villain in your history, but at least I'll be free.