Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter nor do I make any money off of it. Well, unless anyone would be willing to donate millions of dollars to my crusade to buy all Harry Potter rights and rule the world. #cackles#
WARNINGS: This story contains lots of angst, with references to suicide. It also contains SLASH (of the Harry/Draco variety). That means SAME SEX RELATIONS. Homophobes may leave now. =o)
Author's Note: Hey everyone, the plot, the story, and the poem are mine, so if anyone wants to archive, go ahead, but please inform me. =o)
Harry's POV
The Dragon who cries (beautiful, tragical child)
The only thing I'm truly sure of
Is that I'm truly sure of nothing.
I'll be happy where I am,
In my quiet little world,
But then you'll waltz in,
All cool disdain and controlled maliciousness,
And chew me up and spit me out
With that chilling, warm, lovely mouth,
And make me fall
Into your world
(Where everyone's a hunter
And I their prey).
And I don't like it there,
But, it seems, neither do you.
The difference between us is that I can leave while you cannot,
Because I've learned to cope.
And so I do,
Leaving you behind,
My beautiful, tragical child,
King of the beautiful, tragical children that no one sees.
But now I see you.
I never noticed before today
That I'd never truly looked;
But things are different now,
Because today I did look,
Because today your ice mask cracked,
Because today I searched your soul and found that
You never truly hated me,
For your animosity never reached your eyes.
And I know this because I finally looked,
And saw your cloudy gray orbs,
Weary with sorrow,
Dampened with despair,
And pleading for assurance that I know not how to give.
And I was scared, then,
Because I knew not what to do.
You've changed the rules again, my friend (my enemy?),
To a language I don't know,
At a pace that I can't follow,
And it's all so confusing,
So I ran away
(I always run away)
To a safer place
Where I wouldn't be haunted
By the Dragon who cries when no one is looking.