Icarus Walks
Draco rushed from the room and ran to the nearest bathroom, just making it before he hurled. She was insane! Well, it was a fact he already knew, but never in his life did he realize to what extent! For the love of - why did Voldemort insist he learn from her?
He sank down onto the floor, burying the heels of his palms into his eyes. He vainly tried to erase the scene from his memories, but it just wasn't working. It would forever be burned into the back of his eyelids. But worse than the image was the guilt… It ate at him from the inside out and was a feeling that crawled under his skin making him want to scratch his arms until they bled, but there was no way he could go against Voldemort. If he wanted Elric, then Draco would...
This inevitably led to the same questions he always found himself asking: Why did he do it? Why did he listen? Why was his family trapped in this stupid mess?
Ultimately, his thoughts returned to the Slytherin he unwittingly dragged into the war even though Elric had made it clear that he could care less "what dumbass ruled the world as they were all the same." After this proclamation, he would have a faraway look in his eyes and a frown that tugged at his mouth as if he were remembering something unpleasant. Maybe it was these memories that ate at his mind every night and had him thrashing in his bed, ultimately ending in a desperate dash to the bathroom to empty the contents of his stomach.
Draco could only guess how the other blond managed to stay awake and alert in their classes and working late into the night what with his nightmares and lack of sleep. He found himself intrigued with the other blond. What drove him to work so hard? He was certainly an enigma. He did not seem to cause waves (so long as you didn't mention his height or get testy with his knowledge) and did not exactly avoid people; yet, at the same time, he did not interact with them. As a result, everyone talked with him, but no one actually had a real conversation with the Slytherin.
So it had been surprising when he had punched his father and even more surprising when Draco later found out that the man was Flamel. Of course, this led to one thing, then another, and eventually…
Draco groaned again as the images assaulted his mind and struggled to get up. The crazy witch was probably done by now, and even though he couldn't do anything major, he could at least have it so that Elric wouldn't feel pain and maybe heal some of the wounds. It was the least he could do…
However, when he saw Elric, he couldn't help it; he had to know, "Why? Why won't you just tell her?"
Even though Elric couldn't see him, it still felt like his eyes pierced through Draco. Voice cracking from lack of use, he managed to croak, "There are some things that are worse…than the death of one idiot…"
But what could be worse? If you die, then there's nothing. You can't do anything once you're gone.
Maybe that's why, when Draco was summoned to identify Potter, he resisted in what way he could and managed to get word to the one house elf who would risk everything for Potter, and then proceeded to buy time for their rescue, almost tricking himself that the botched face was not Potter's.
When this was over.. when this was all over, he would…
I don't remember the book, but I saw the movie a couple months ago, so I went off of what I remember and made the rest up. Yup, please don't shoot me. And hopefully I didn't disappoint with the Draco chapter… x.x
This might be the last chapter. There were a few more people I was thinking of writing, but I don't think I could get their character right.
~razra
Everyone who has been affected by the earthquakes and the subsequent tsunamis, you are in my thoughts.
