I can see the smile on your face from way over here. I can even hear your
laugh and see the sun make a halo over your head. The sky is a wonderful
contrast to your hair, being so dark agenst the light. You have so many
friends around you, so much family. Why can't I be you? Or, at least, be in
that group that you love so much. I long to have human touch, hear other
peoples voices, and your laugh again. My heart hurts just to hear you talk
to them, see you run your hand through your little ones hair. Why can't it
be me there that you run your hand over? The one that you talk to in a
voice so sweet I can taste it. Why couldn't things have gone differently?
Didn't destiny say that out paths were going to be different that what
really happened?
It is so cold here. All around every day it is cold where I slumber, dreaming of you. Today, down where I look upon you, the sun is shining, and I believe it is summer. I don't know anymore, everything is always the same here: cold, dark, wet. Everything has the stench of death on it. All our lives we were told of stories about places such as these, but they don't even come close as to what it really is. Isolated from you friends, lovers, and family, you sit and cry all day. You watch creators emerge from anonymous corners, death creep down the halls, and every day, get a little closer to your end.
There you go again, you laugh at something your love has said. She was mine, you know. We were once in love, before Dumbledor took over the wizerding world and dragged me off to this place to rot. You would have been a good death eater. You could shut things out, take pain and give it as well, but I guess out paths were switched. Your father would have killed you if he were alive, for taking that path. I guess that is why you hid, eh? Fled from fate.
Well, I guess it is time for me to go. Death is here at my door, ready to take me to my end. Aren't you happy now? Your enemy finally is going to be dead and you get to live with his friends, family, and lover? I bet you are going to be the one that takes my life, and as I walk into the room, I see that I was right. Your eyes are so bright agenst the darkness of the room. Why is it in death that we are brought together again? It was also death that we were brought together the first time, eh, Draco? It was because of my parents dieing that we met.
I smile at you, the most venomous, evil, wicked grin that I can muster. Why do you step back? Are you afraid of me? The great macho Draco Malfoy is afraid of the geeky Harry Potter? Well, I wouldn't blame you. Lord Voldemort made me his right had man. Why are tears running down your face? Are you not accustomed to killing convicted criminals? Are you just used to killing people in large groups that haven't done anything? You are such a wuss for being the world's greatest arour, you know that? I can tell by how you tremble as you lift that stick of yours, the one that will end my life forever. "So long, Malfoy." I say, my eyes still radiating evil at you. "See you in hell."
Fin.
O.o dude, I have no clue where this one came from. Well Harry Potter isn't mine, if it were I wouldn't be writing fan fics about it, and I would be rich! So, don't sue me. Please? Um..yeah if you haven't figured out, Harry was at Azkaban. Peace out.
It is so cold here. All around every day it is cold where I slumber, dreaming of you. Today, down where I look upon you, the sun is shining, and I believe it is summer. I don't know anymore, everything is always the same here: cold, dark, wet. Everything has the stench of death on it. All our lives we were told of stories about places such as these, but they don't even come close as to what it really is. Isolated from you friends, lovers, and family, you sit and cry all day. You watch creators emerge from anonymous corners, death creep down the halls, and every day, get a little closer to your end.
There you go again, you laugh at something your love has said. She was mine, you know. We were once in love, before Dumbledor took over the wizerding world and dragged me off to this place to rot. You would have been a good death eater. You could shut things out, take pain and give it as well, but I guess out paths were switched. Your father would have killed you if he were alive, for taking that path. I guess that is why you hid, eh? Fled from fate.
Well, I guess it is time for me to go. Death is here at my door, ready to take me to my end. Aren't you happy now? Your enemy finally is going to be dead and you get to live with his friends, family, and lover? I bet you are going to be the one that takes my life, and as I walk into the room, I see that I was right. Your eyes are so bright agenst the darkness of the room. Why is it in death that we are brought together again? It was also death that we were brought together the first time, eh, Draco? It was because of my parents dieing that we met.
I smile at you, the most venomous, evil, wicked grin that I can muster. Why do you step back? Are you afraid of me? The great macho Draco Malfoy is afraid of the geeky Harry Potter? Well, I wouldn't blame you. Lord Voldemort made me his right had man. Why are tears running down your face? Are you not accustomed to killing convicted criminals? Are you just used to killing people in large groups that haven't done anything? You are such a wuss for being the world's greatest arour, you know that? I can tell by how you tremble as you lift that stick of yours, the one that will end my life forever. "So long, Malfoy." I say, my eyes still radiating evil at you. "See you in hell."
Fin.
O.o dude, I have no clue where this one came from. Well Harry Potter isn't mine, if it were I wouldn't be writing fan fics about it, and I would be rich! So, don't sue me. Please? Um..yeah if you haven't figured out, Harry was at Azkaban. Peace out.