Poison-Firytale


Poison; Fairy-Tale Ending

By Dreamer

Red.

Red as blood. Scarlet, crimson, carmine, cerise, sanguine or ruby, none of them quite describe the color of this. The most potent poisonous potion I could brew. It took all my skill at Potions and I needed help from Professor Snape but I did it. A months worth of moonshine, the light gray thread that moonbeams are spun into went into its depths and made
it sparkle like the stars were resting in it. The captured sound of a baby's first cry makes it tinkle
with an eerie sound, as if church-bells are being rung far, far away.

Shredded saffron, sliced with a silver knife, holds it
together, stopping it from escaping. It needs only two
more ingredients. A single hair from an enemy will
make it vibrate gently, and a kiss, suddenly taken
from an innocent I desire will finish it. Then and
only then can I drink it. It isn't that easy though. I
have to drink it, touching both water and earth by the
light of a crescent moon.

I can combine my search for both of the last
ingredients. The only innocent I want to kiss is also
my enemy. He's also one of the many reasons that I
*have* to die. It isn't his fault though. Nothing is
ever his fault. He leads a charmed life, protected
from death. Aren't you glad that you aren't? a little
voice in the back of my mind mocks me. I shove the
thought aside, agreeing with it silently. Yes, death
is the only escape that I have left.

************

Walking through the corridors with a lethal grace. My
quarry is spotted ahead of me. Beautiful, fucking
beautiful but completely untouchable, unattainable
Harry Potter. As usual, his precious Muggle-loving
friend Ron is with him, both of them chattering
cheerfully to Hermione. //First thing to do is
separate them.//

I take out my wand and mutter softly. Immediately, Ron
and Hermione clutch their stomachs and double over.
Harry stops, concerned for their well being.

What's the matter Ron, are you okay Hermione? Harry
asks him, distress evident in his voice. I fight down
the wave of jealously that tends to overwhelm me and
proceed with step two of my plan. I concentrate hard
and cast an Illusion of Professor Dumbledore.
Illusions are my strong point, one of the many things
that my father dislikes about me. According to him,
Illusions aren't really magic. I can cast them much
better than he can. This Illusion looked almost
exactly like he did, the only difference was in his
eyes which were one-dimensional.

Mr. Weasly, Ms. Granger, I think that the two of you
had better come with me. There's a nasty flu going
around the school. I'll take you to Madame Pomfrey.
First I'll cast a Bacteria Bubble around you so that
you won't give it to any of the other students. Harry,
I think that you should continue on to your next
class. I make him say and then I cast a Silence
Circle around them so that they won't try to talk to
Dumbledore.' //Step Three complete.// I wait for the
corridor to clear as Harry stands talking to
Dumbledore' long after the bell has rung.

I walk towards Harry as Dumbledore and the other two
move off. I roughly bump into him, jostling him with
my shoulder. As I expected, he turns to face me, his
green eyes glittering with a crimson flame.

Watch it Malfoy. He spits, his features showing
nothing but disgust. I tilt my chin upwards, hardening
myself to show no emotion when I remember that now I
can finally drop this senseless charade. I smile and
his look changes from loathing to shock. I quickly
Freeze him so that he can't move from the spot that
he's standing on.

I love you Harry. I know you hate me but I love you.
I'm sorry that I hurt you and your friends and you can
rest assured that I won't ever do anything like that
again. I know that I should have told you before but I
didn't have the guts. I'm only telling you now because
I'm leaving. All I want is one little kiss and a lock
of your hair. Then I'll be out of your life forever.
That's a promise. I smile sadly, the very corners of
my mouth turned down.

I step forward and kiss him, pressing him against the
wall, molding my body to fit against his, entwining my
fingers in his silky black hair. // A kiss, suddenly
taken from an innocent I desire.// He stiffens and at
first he tries to resist but then he leans forward,
*against* me and kisses back. I stumble backwards,
shocked at this unexpected reaction and stare at him
for a few long seconds before recalling what I was
supposed to do.

I pull out the same silver knife I used to shred the
saffron and advancing on him, slice off a lock of his
black, black hair. He doesn't move, he just lets me
take the hair, staring at me as if I am a wild animal
that he's not quite sure of. I slide the lock of hair
into the glass vial that I had prepared and walk off.
I feel him staring at me but I can't turn around or
explain in case I lose the kiss. I don't bother
unfreezing him because I know that someone will
probably pass him soon.

I make my way to the lake where the 3 willows are,
pull the lock of hair out of the small glass vial, my
hand shaking slightly and drop the hair into the
glass. It sizzles and then turns black, sinking to the
very bottom of the glass. Finally, I lower my lips to
the red-and-black-streaked liquid, letting my lips
just brush over the surface. There is a bright FLASH
of light and for a second I can see us kissing, or so
it looked to a casual observer. I knew that it wasn't
really a kiss, it was just an automatic response on
Harry's part. The glass begins to glow brightly, an
incandescent light radiating from the center of the
now pure red liquid.

It is finished. I can drink the poison and then my
troubles will be over. I dangle one foot into the
ice-cold water of the lake and press my left hand into
the soil. I look up at the crescent moon and salute it
with my glass. I cast a Sanctuary spell,(it builds a
room and a door around you.) and took a deep breath,
savoring the very taste of the cold air.

I lift the glass to my lips, the cold hard crystal of
the wine-glass pressing against my soft lips and tilt
my head back.

I open my mouth and am about to pour the elixir down
my throat when I suddenly hear footsteps. Wild,
pounding footsteps as if someone is running, running
towards me. I stop and look in the direction of the
noise, irritated at this delay.

The door bursts open and Harry falls through it,
clutching at me to regain his balance. For a second I,
myself am frozen with shock at seeing Harry Potter in
my safe room then I recover.

I push the glass to my lips, opening my mouth to drink
the red liquid
down.....................................................
.............. and then a hand snatches it away from
me. Harry smashes it against the cold stone pebbles of
the lake and the glass shatters into a thousand
fragments. The red liquid sinks into the muddy cracks
between the small stones. I let out a wordless cry and
scrabble at the stones, trying to get even a drop of
the liquid onto my fingers.

Harry gently wraps his arms around me, preventing me
from struggling any further.

Why? Why did you do that? If I had drunk that, all my
problems would be over already! And yours as well, at
least as far as I am concerned. I screamed into his
face, twisting helplessly, trying futilely to get
free.

Then I saw his face and stopped. I had found out why
he saved me.

Authors Note: Personally, I liked the original version
better but a friend of mine complained that it was too
depressing and that it should have an up-beat ending
so I wrote this one to please her. Something went wrong with the foramtting and I can't upload my picture of Draco after all.* Pout*