Disclaimer: I do not own any characters in the story, they belong to their rightful and respectable owner - J.K Rowling. But I do own the plot... ^_^
A/N: This is poorly written I tell you. [Get off the phone!] I've only made the prologue and there's not much of the plot yet. This is my first attempt in making angst so please spare me! Help me improve! R/R!
Redemption
By Aristocratic Dragon
Prologue:
A pale, bony hand stroked through the huge, icy glass window, all frosted with white mushy snow. The fragile skin felt the numbing sensation of the chilly mist, and it took about a minute for him to remove his hand from it's icy goodness. Yes, he was a lad indeed. A famous, well to do fellow around the premises of the prestigious educational institution, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. A sudden gush of foggy wind blew towards his direction; he held on to the cold, static metal handle and shunted the window close.
He sat on to his soft and neatly propped up bed, bent his head and crossed his hands in position. With his knees supporting his elbows and the rest of his upper body, slowly, he closed his eyes. The room, vast, high-ceilinged and hollow, was dead silent, dim and brisk. Keenly, he sensed everything that surrounded him, from the coldness of the air that encompass to the faint light that gave the room life. Spiritless I must say, but the untouched lad was fond of it. Fond, or rather accustomed to it.
He was isolated in the coldest part of the room, and looking at it in perspective, it's practically identical to the way of how he was living his existence. Nobody was knowledgeable of the undisputed part of him, everyone was shunted out of his personal fragment. In the utter stillness of the chamber, one by one his thoughts clustered through his head. In the end, he was left hanging, with nothing to answer, about to break out when suddenly, an answer pacified his sanity and restored his "peace of mind".
That's just the way it is.
It satisfied him to bear in mind that that was the way it was taught to him. He has thought of the for about a million times already, pretending he was utterly satisfied. He just prolonged the issue for another session, but he has vigor n facing it. But this time, a tingling sensation ran through his veins a few moments later. He was bothered about the thought of it, convinced that he has yet to find what he was seeking for.
Why...
"Draco," a voice rang through the air between them. The luminance of the crackling fire beamed through the opening, with Goyle standing through the heavy, wooden door.
He was immediately disrupted from his approaching attainment of nirvana when he suddenly opened his shut eyes. "HELL GOYLE! What are you doing in there!?" he blared. And before Goyle could reply, he quickly stood up and bolted through the door. "Let's get out of here, " he said, and his cronies just ran after him.
Another day starts here. Left with confusion and bitterness, he lives another day of his miserable life. He searches for answers, and will find it when the time comes. As of now, he wears this mask he considers his sanctuary, desiring the fulfillment before he runs out of time.
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