Go Away
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As Draco made his way down to the lake, he saw Ron, Harry, and Hermione.
He walked past them, in his own thoughts. The trio noticed the sudden change in
their "fellow" 5th year.Harry whispered to Ron, Ron to Hermione. Draco turned
a corner, out of the trio's sight.
Once he reached the lake, Draco settled himself on a log beside the calm water.
He had been coming to this exact spot since the second day back, and it seemed
to soothe his nerves a considerable lot.It was not visible from the school building,
making it secluded.
He took the two items from his pocket and placed them carefully on the rock.
One was a blade, with a black tip and a green/blood-red coloured handle.
The other was a vial containing some liquid, stolen from Lucius' Dark Arts' stash.
It was a translucent liquid.It was a very rare and dangerous potion, for it contained
lethal poisons, that individually did much harm, in some cases, death.
Draco took the knife, and ran its edge along his left arm, pausing momentarily at
his mark.The Dark Mark.The mark burned on his arm by Voldemort.The very same
mark that caused him a lot of pain, both mentally and physically.A memory he will
have to keep to himself.For the moment.
He took the blade from his left arm and brought it to his right arm. He cut himself
on the arm, lightly at first, then making some more as well, increasing
pressure each cut.Despite his fierce concentration, he knew that all students
would be summoned and dinner served, and he had to return to the school building.
He promptly stopped cutting, used a spell to stop the bleeding, and made himself
presentable for dinner, concealing his blade and vial within his robes.
"Bloody Voldemort," he muttered under his breath."Bloody Father.You know what?
Screw them!I can have my own life..."
"...later." he added in a whisper.
Draco strode into the Dining Hall, with his trademark smirk and stature.
[Another day, another girl, another boring week, another year....]
[Can I keep myself alive for all that? All the shitty things in life?]
[Is there a God?]
He settled himself in a seat facing away from all the other tables. [Hmmph, just
a day more...]
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I made it short, cuz it was dinner time, and I was hungry, not to mention blocked.
R/R,flame,send me rubber chickens even! Send me some feedback, and I will give
you some credit, sanity, and money.
Ciao paos,
MDS
email at: nzbckiwigal@yahoo.com.au
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As Draco made his way down to the lake, he saw Ron, Harry, and Hermione.
He walked past them, in his own thoughts. The trio noticed the sudden change in
their "fellow" 5th year.Harry whispered to Ron, Ron to Hermione. Draco turned
a corner, out of the trio's sight.
Once he reached the lake, Draco settled himself on a log beside the calm water.
He had been coming to this exact spot since the second day back, and it seemed
to soothe his nerves a considerable lot.It was not visible from the school building,
making it secluded.
He took the two items from his pocket and placed them carefully on the rock.
One was a blade, with a black tip and a green/blood-red coloured handle.
The other was a vial containing some liquid, stolen from Lucius' Dark Arts' stash.
It was a translucent liquid.It was a very rare and dangerous potion, for it contained
lethal poisons, that individually did much harm, in some cases, death.
Draco took the knife, and ran its edge along his left arm, pausing momentarily at
his mark.The Dark Mark.The mark burned on his arm by Voldemort.The very same
mark that caused him a lot of pain, both mentally and physically.A memory he will
have to keep to himself.For the moment.
He took the blade from his left arm and brought it to his right arm. He cut himself
on the arm, lightly at first, then making some more as well, increasing
pressure each cut.Despite his fierce concentration, he knew that all students
would be summoned and dinner served, and he had to return to the school building.
He promptly stopped cutting, used a spell to stop the bleeding, and made himself
presentable for dinner, concealing his blade and vial within his robes.
"Bloody Voldemort," he muttered under his breath."Bloody Father.You know what?
Screw them!I can have my own life..."
"...later." he added in a whisper.
Draco strode into the Dining Hall, with his trademark smirk and stature.
[Another day, another girl, another boring week, another year....]
[Can I keep myself alive for all that? All the shitty things in life?]
[Is there a God?]
He settled himself in a seat facing away from all the other tables. [Hmmph, just
a day more...]
-----------------------------------------------
I made it short, cuz it was dinner time, and I was hungry, not to mention blocked.
R/R,flame,send me rubber chickens even! Send me some feedback, and I will give
you some credit, sanity, and money.
Ciao paos,
MDS
email at: nzbckiwigal@yahoo.com.au