Title: In the Shadows
Pairing: DM/GW, HP/GW
A/N: My first attempt at songfic.. Based on "In the Shadows - Rasmus" . Plz let me know ur views abt this story.. its a one-shot of course. Constructive criticism welcomed of course!!
DISCLAIMER: Whoever doesn't know I don't own HP are dumb.
In The Shadows
His every breath produced a mist. He was lying on the cold stone floor in a cell of Azkaban. It was terribly cold of course, as usual. But today was different…today was his birthday. The first mistake he had ever committed… he had come on the face of the earth. He had tried to sleep for so long, ever since he could understand that he wasn't sleeping. Like hell, he had.
No sleep
No sleep until I'm done with finding the answer
Won't stop
Won't stop before I find a cure for this cancer
Why? Why did he have to be a Slytherin? Why did he have to be a pureblood? Why did he have to be a – a Malfoy? He hated it so much… he never remembered a day when he had had 'fun'. It was such an alien term to him. Whatever he had a great desire for, had been snatched away, by that great, filthy half-blood Potter. Even her… he had eyes on her right from his third year. But he had to pretend, you know… Malfoys never mingled with Muggle-loving fools of course. He had wished she would never be noticed by Potter, so she might not be anybody's but his… and as usual, his wish wasn't fulfilled. Potter did notice her… in his sixth year. And then, she was his. His only salvation, the only one who had ever caused that thing called love, would never be his anymore…
Sometimes…I feel like goin' down and so disconnected
Somehow…I know that I am haunted to be wanted
He had never felt like he was a part of this world…this world was so cruel, unfair, cold, competitive. He had never felt wanted by anyone…he didn't belong here. He didn't deserve to be here either, according to his bloody, great father. He thought so too…
I've been watchin'
I've been waitin'
In the shadows
For my time
I've been searchin'
I've been livin'
For tomorrows
All my life
He had waited so long, hoping something, someone - would happen to release him, release him to freedom. That had never happened. Something told him it wouldn't…
They say
That I must learn to kill before I can feel safe
But I
I'd rather kill myself than turn into their slave
He had never wanted to kill… it was something which he couldn't do, and didn't want to, like so many other things. But he was not safe if he wouldn't kill…he didn't want to be the Dark Lord's slave either. And so he had made himself caught by the Aurors… he now lay rotting in a dark cell of Azkaban, a disgrace to his family, as his father said.
Sometimes
I feel like I should go and play with the thunder
Somehow
I just don't wanna stay and wait for a wonder
Potter couldn't defeat the Dark Lord, and he knew it. It was no use believing in Potter. It was the end of the world. It would be the Dark Lord's…
I've been watchin'
I've been waitin'
In the shadows
For my time
I've been searchin'
I've been livin'
For tomorrows
All my life
He was alone…all alone in this dark, empty world. And he hated it. Every moment of it.
Lately, I've been, walkin',
Walkin' in circles,
Watchin', waitin',
For somethin'…
Feel me,
Touch me,
Heal me,
Come take me higher…
There was nobody to heal his wounds. He couldn't go on any longer. He was tired of this world. It was never meant for him. The silver glinted and shone in the moonlight as he drew his blade out. He had to go; it was finally his time for freedom. He had finally realized that he was the only one who could give him freedom. And freedom was what he was going to get.
I've been watchin'
I've been waitin'
In the shadows
For my time
I've been searchin'
I've been livin'
For tomorrows
All my life
A cold breeze blew through the bars of the cell. His black robe was open, and other than that, he had only his black pant on. He fingered the blade. It was sharp enough to serve its purpose.
I've been watchin'
I've been waitin'
I've been searchin'
I've been livin'
For tomorrows…
He held the blade in his right. He was ready. It was time for his liberty… at last. He let out one last breath, and drove the blade right into his heart. As he saw the dark blood against his fair skin, he became overwhelmed with joy. This was it… freedom. Just before his last breath escaped, a flash of red, smelling of strawberries came to his mind. He smiled.
In the shadows…
In the shadows…
I've been waiting…
And then he was gone.
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