Draco POV
I stared at my reflection. At my misted dull eyes that held no emotion, my blonde hair preened, gelled and combed to perfection, my unblemished pale skin...
I looked fake.
Like a marble bust. Or a statue carved from stone. I blinked once and let the facade fall.
What I saw did not phase me.
I saw broken glass. Broken glass held together by nothing but loose strings. But the thing about glass is... the cracks and imperfections will never seal. My eyes were that of a person that had seen too much, a child that grew up too fast. In a way I am.
I took off my shirt.
It's all so suffocating.
I feel like I am in an endless pit. A vicious cycle that never ends. I stared at my arm. At the tattoo on my wrist that showed the world exactly how much of a coward I am. And for some reason, I felt empty.
I do not blame my father, neither do I blame my mother.
it's all my cruel fate I guess. I should have expected it. My grandfather went down the same path. Then my father. Now me. My future is a theory, already tried and tested. Some things are just meant to be.
It was my destiny.
I had accepted it.
I was meant to grow up to be what my father wanted me to be...a death eater, married to a pure blood witch, in a loveless marriage. All fake.
Sorta like plastic.
Harry POV
I stared at my reflection and hated what I saw.
What I saw was a confident person. An impulsive raven with bright green eyes and a charming smile. A person who was brave and could take on the world. A person who was cared for. The perfect Golden boy.
it disgusted me.
I let the smile fall. Let my eyes mist over. Let my true self appear.
What I saw did not phase me.
I was broken. I did not deny it. I was ripped at every edge and torn apart. But it didn't matter. I'll just pick up the pieces and put them together. But some wounds never heal.
I hate my fate.
it had already been decided before I was born. Harry potter would be the Golden boy. The Boy Who Lived that defeated the Dark Lord as a toddler. The wizard destined to vanquish him again or die trying. The balance of the Golden trio. t
The person meant to marry Ginny Weasley and have five kids with her. That was all the world saw.
I laughed bitterly.
The mask the world saw.
The person I pretended to be..
It was all fake...
Sorta like plastic.
so,This was a filler chapter. Basically their emotions and how they feel. It's really important for the rest of the book. They haven't talked yet, bit they will...I guess that's it for now.comment and tell me your thoughts.