Title: Bad Faith
Chapter: 8/?
Author name: badfaith
Author email: anna@tomfelton.zzn.com
Author website: http://www.undisguised.net and http://nightfall.undisguised.net
Category: Angst
Sub Category: Drama
Rating: R
Summary: Draco Malfoy learned a few things he didn't want to know, and as a result he is plunged into a war. Will Harry Potter be able to save him before it's too late? Or will Harry learn things that might condemn Draco to death?
DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. The plot and title are mine, though!
Warning: This story contains slash, which are two boys who are in a sexual relationship together. If that's not your cup o' tea, I suggested you find some that is, or you'll miss your teatime. ^_^
Interlude
Speak For Me
Dare I dream for the fear of my own sub-conscious?
I am crazed with a sort of hypnotic tittering in my ribcage. My thoughts scrabble to deny what mine eyes have seen.
God, I thought…
I thought I had seen things that were the epitome of heartless. I thought…no, It does not matter anymore what I thought.
It only matters what I will think. When I gain what I want, correction: when I gain what I wanted, will I become less than myself? Will I loose every vestige, every scrap of feelings that might betray me? Or will it be some sort of prison, the real me, my independent soul locked up in a far dusty corner when my thoughts have long since ceased to tread?
If I regret, will someone be there to pull me out? To grab the keys for the belt of the snoring guard and make a daring rescue, be my hero?
Why do I even dare ask? I have pitted the rest of myself against all for a reason none will ever know.
For now I will rest, though, and hope that some day I will find that tiny escape route through which the light filters. Oh, yes, dimly, but at least I know I am not blind and there are others out there, a world to wonder once I am free.
A/N: Oh, boy. You're probably wondering "what the heck?" Don't worry, it's an Interlude! For those who understand where this Compass points, the Interlude is for you.
"For low!
The vestiges of bondage have ceased to exist.
And I will once more travel barefoot
On the salty breeze of carelessness."
Anyone care to guess where or whom that is quoted from?