Summer. For once, there are students at Hogwarts during the big vacation. Harry Potter, the Weaslys, Hermione Granger, in short terms: almost every Gryffindor in school. And most of the Rawenclaws. Some Hufflepuffs. The only house left empty is Slytherin. They all went home. I stayed here. I don't care. It just means that I've got privacy, no one bothering me. I like it that way.
I look up at the sky. Peaceful, fluffy clouds are hovering up there. Down here, on earth, the situation is different. He is coming back, gaining power. That's why I'm here. That's why WE are here. They say we're safe here. We're not.
I could've had safety. I could've had money. I could've had friends. But I picked the other side.
According to my father, the loosing side. My father. I hate him. He's evil.
I never knew him. Only his hand. The hand that hit.
I look down. It's a long way down to the ground. Down there, the are walking, talking, laughing. Crying. I haven't cried since I was 7 years old. That was 10 years ago. I'm not going to start now, either.
The blade of the knife glitters in the sun, silvery grey. The same colour as my hair. The same colour as my fathers hair. I look in the mirror, and I can see his face. But I'm not like him. I'm not like my father!
I hold the knife against my skin. It's white as snow. I've always been like this. One could have thought I was a vampire. I'm not. I can't even look at blood.
But blood is the thing I want to see know. Not my fathers blood, not Potters' blood, but my own blood.
It's now or never. I can't stand it anymore. Their side...my side now, don't trust me. My fathers side...I could never return. Not even if I wanted to. Getting up in the morning is becoming harder. I just don't see the point anymore. Looking in the mirror hurts me. Bags under my eyes, a haunted look on my face. No one cares if I'm not there tomorrow.
The pure red blood runs down my wrists. This is it. This is the goodbye of the Slytherin Dragon.
A/N: Wow, is this depressing or what? I've said it before, and I say it again. Though I didn't mention his name, it's obvious who it is, right? Funny..he's one of my favorites, but I kill him all the time.Please R&R, and tell me if you want any more angst-fics from me.