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I stand at the edge of the world, seeking oblivion, seeking an end, seeking death. The disgusting mark on my arm burns as the remnants of a dead Dark Lord disintegrate. What could be more painful than knowing it was you who saved the world, but it is also you who the world wants to kill? I want to kill you.
I killed Voldemort. Not Golden-boy Potter. Me.
It took many years but I finally made it up to Voldemorts number one servant, I Draco Malfoy was known as the second most powerful dark wizard in the entire world. And it was true. I was the second most powerful. And now to the wizarding world, I AM the most powerful.
At a price.
I Draco Malfoy, killed Voldemort. I know I did cause I put the bullet into his head. The stupid fool was immune to all the curses one could dream of, he was invincible to all magic, but he wasn't invisible to bullets.
Bullets. . . the small capsules of death. How I love thee.
I killed him, I DID! But will anyone believe me? No. No one would believe anything that one as powerful as I would say. I am more powerful than Potter, I am more powerful than Dumbledore for Christs Sakes.
In fact. . .
I learned everything I know from that man, that 'innocent, muggle-loving fool' but to tell you the truth, he was Voldemorts right hand man, up until the time that I killed him. Who would have suspected the Headmaster of Hogwarts would be a deatheater? Not to mention one of the most power deatheaters of all time?
No one.
But I killed him to.
I killed him for you.
And do you thank me?
No.
I am now considered the most powerful threat to the wizarding world. There's no point in telling them it was I who killed Voldemort! Who would believe, for what reason would they believe? No. Better to die now.
Better to die alone.
Better to die.
There is an ever present fear, it consumes me, ravishes me, kills me. It is the fear of something I cannot name. Perhaps it is the fear of going to Azkaban, or perhaps it is the fear of dying. . .
But I must die. Lest I suffer alone forever.
Only I know the truth,
This is the time,
For there is no other time,
Time is always running out,
Soon you will all be dead anyways,
For I can't die without taking you all with me.
I know I told you I killed Voldemort,
But I am still the sadistic bastard I have always been.
Do you think I'd let anyone claim my glory?
Do you think I'd ever die without leaving my mark?
My print upon the world.
Soon the world will die.
I am evil.
I have always been evil.
And now evil will consume the earth.
With my death I will destroy every living thing on this planet.
For I have to die.
But this is something worth dying for. So I pull out my friend, my lover.
My Gun.
Click. . .
Click. . .
THE END
I stand at the edge of the world, seeking oblivion, seeking an end, seeking death. The disgusting mark on my arm burns as the remnants of a dead Dark Lord disintegrate. What could be more painful than knowing it was you who saved the world, but it is also you who the world wants to kill? I want to kill you.
I killed Voldemort. Not Golden-boy Potter. Me.
It took many years but I finally made it up to Voldemorts number one servant, I Draco Malfoy was known as the second most powerful dark wizard in the entire world. And it was true. I was the second most powerful. And now to the wizarding world, I AM the most powerful.
At a price.
I Draco Malfoy, killed Voldemort. I know I did cause I put the bullet into his head. The stupid fool was immune to all the curses one could dream of, he was invincible to all magic, but he wasn't invisible to bullets.
Bullets. . . the small capsules of death. How I love thee.
I killed him, I DID! But will anyone believe me? No. No one would believe anything that one as powerful as I would say. I am more powerful than Potter, I am more powerful than Dumbledore for Christs Sakes.
In fact. . .
I learned everything I know from that man, that 'innocent, muggle-loving fool' but to tell you the truth, he was Voldemorts right hand man, up until the time that I killed him. Who would have suspected the Headmaster of Hogwarts would be a deatheater? Not to mention one of the most power deatheaters of all time?
No one.
But I killed him to.
I killed him for you.
And do you thank me?
No.
I am now considered the most powerful threat to the wizarding world. There's no point in telling them it was I who killed Voldemort! Who would believe, for what reason would they believe? No. Better to die now.
Better to die alone.
Better to die.
There is an ever present fear, it consumes me, ravishes me, kills me. It is the fear of something I cannot name. Perhaps it is the fear of going to Azkaban, or perhaps it is the fear of dying. . .
But I must die. Lest I suffer alone forever.
Only I know the truth,
This is the time,
For there is no other time,
Time is always running out,
Soon you will all be dead anyways,
For I can't die without taking you all with me.
I know I told you I killed Voldemort,
But I am still the sadistic bastard I have always been.
Do you think I'd let anyone claim my glory?
Do you think I'd ever die without leaving my mark?
My print upon the world.
Soon the world will die.
I am evil.
I have always been evil.
And now evil will consume the earth.
With my death I will destroy every living thing on this planet.
For I have to die.
But this is something worth dying for. So I pull out my friend, my lover.
My Gun.
Click. . .
Click. . .
THE END
