First Songfic.
Oneshot
Diclaimer- Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling. Song 30 Minutes belongs to T.A.T.U.
30 Minutes
Draco Malfoy
Mama, papa forgive me
I have to decide.
Whether to finally become a Death Eater,
Or not.
But the thing is,
I don't want to become a Death Eater.
Not anymore.
I can't do it.
I can't kill people.
I can insult and ridicule them.
Even throw them a few good hexes.
But kill them.
I'll admit it even if it's only to myself.
I'm too scared.
I can't do what He's asked.
I can't kill Dumbledore.
Out of sight, out of mind
Out of time to decide
Do we run? Should I hide
For the rest of my life?
I suddenly find myself running.
Running until I mistakenly run into the girls bathroom.
I can't leave now, but why would I want to.
I'm a coward.
I lock myself in the nearest stall.
And to my own shock and amazement begin to cry.
Maybe he won't find me in here.
Maybe I can escape him.
And maybe, just maybe I'm delusional if I believe that.
Can we fly? Do we stay?
We could lose we could fail
And the more minutes take
To make plans, or mistakes
I'm sorry.
I used to think that, that was hard to say.
But believe me I'm a changed man.
Or at least I'm starting to become one.
I'm guessing my first step would be to apologize to Harry.
As much as it does pain me.
30 minutes, the blink of a eye
30 minutes to alter our life's
30 minutes to make up my mind
30 minutes to finally decide
30 minutes to whisper your name
30 minutes to shelter the blame
30 minutes of bliss,
30 lies,
30 minutes to finally decide
Harry forgives me.
Only because that's the kind of person he is.
He's not really one to hold grudges against people.
Even when those people are wrong.
He says he admires me for admitting my mistakes.
I thank him and say it wasn't easy.
But that times change.
And so do people.
Carousels in the sky
That we shape with our eyes
Under shade silhouettes casting shapes
Crying rain
I have no desire anymore to become a Death Eater.
I only wanted to become one to please my father.
To show him, and prove to him that I'm not weak.
But now I have no wish to please him.
I believe that by now going against his wishes,
that I'm becoming independent.
And strong.
My own person.
Can we fly? Do I stay?
We could lose, we could fail
Either way, options change
Chances fail, trains derail
I won't be a Death Eater.
But that doesn't necessarily mean I'm going to jump in and join the Order.
I can't face them.
Not now.
Maybe later, after the war.
After Voldemorts been defeated.
After, when everything is safe again.
30 minutes, the blink of the night
30 minutes to all of our life's
30 minutes to make up my mind
30 minutes to finally decide
30 minutes to whisper your name
30 minutes to show her the blame
30 minutes of bliss,
30 lies,
30 minutes to finally decide
For now I'll think I'll run.
Run and hide.
I know that sounds like a cowardly move.
And your right it is,
But there are more important things than courage.
More important things like a family that actually values you.
Friends that respect you.
That one special person who loves you, unconditionally.
To decide,
My fathers in Azkaban.
The place I knew he would end up.
To decide,
I've found her.
My one special person.
To decide,
We have a son.
I have a family.
To decide,
I don't have to run anymore,
Or hide.
To decide.
I've decided.
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