Not my Father's Son.
Summary :
' We are together in love, death, pain, lust and in destiny. We exist. For I am not my father's son.' The Dark Lord's musings on life. One -shot, drabble, TMR/HP slash implied.Disclaimer :
Everything, except the plot (if you can call it that), belongs to the Goddess who is JK Rowling. I'm making no money.AN: I do quite like this drabble but I know it probably makes no sense, but please review and tell me what you think! : )
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It is strange, how fate works itself out. Endless cycles. How many possible destinies all follow their course just to reach the same conclusion?
To kill or to be killed, that is how it is. That is how it has always been and the way it always will be.They don't understand us, they cannot. They haven't seen what I have, all those years spent in complete isolation, after Hogwarts, then again after … him.
The first time I saw him, I knew. His eyes, those legendary eyes. Timeless, looking up at me with all the innocence of a child and all the knowledge of an eternity of years. Yet still, even when I knew, I raised my wand, I spoke the words. Those fateful words, so familiar, like a lover's caress, gentle, loving, smooth. Avada Kedavra. They roll off my tongue, now, and he looks at me. Looks at me, with those same eyes as he had then. He is speaking to me but I can't hear his words.
Destiny, as I was saying, has endless pointless possibilities, the illusion of choice. Had I not immersed myself in the Dark Arts it would not have altered the course of destiny. Another situation, perhaps, but still I would have all but died for him, because of him. Still, the bones of my worthless Muggle father would have aided my return to a corporal body. The cycle completed, a new one would still have begun.
My father made the cycle begin, he started me on my inevitable fall from grace. He allowed my mother to become impregnated with me, allowed himself to abandon us. Abandon me. He let me go to the orphanage, let me be abused there , both mentally and physically. He made no move to stop my attendance of Hogwarts where I would embrace the Slytherins, to learn of the Dark.
He let me kill him, worthless Muggle traitor. He ended the cycle and started a new one, allowed me to be reborn.
But I am not my father's son. I stopped it, this new cycle. Kill or be killed, so it may be, but I stopped it. Together, we halted the cycle in mid-turn and we exist, together.
Ours may not be a love made in Heaven, if such a place exists, but it is love and he is him and I am me. We are together in love, death, pain, lust and destiny. We exist.
For I am not my father's son.
AN:
Thanks for reading and please review, even if you hated it, I'd love to know : )If anyone was reading Change of Heart, I just want to say I'm so sorry for abandoning it but I kept writing everyone completely OOC and I just couldn't get it right!
Sorry again, and I promise in future not to post any WIPs!
Love,
Ami
aka EvilSlasher
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