As soon as the world stopped spinning, he looked up at the topless
wonder of a sky, black and cold and merciless. Though the qualities of
this miracle, there was a calming and content feeling about it. He stared
at a single star in the sky, the only one in the sky. He felt flames lick
the back of his neck. He wasn't surprised. "Fake." He said gravely. The
flames stopped. He continued to stare straight ahead. A cold voice said,
"Like me, Potter? Like me?" At this, Harry turned around to face Draco.
"Like you." Draco smirked. Harry shook his head slightly. "I don't even
hate you. I can't hate you, because you don't hate me. You envy me."
Draco's eyes flickered. "I'll envy you when we see the dark side of the
moon." Harry's face remained emotionless. "Which may very well be today."
He closed his eyes painfully. Draco couldn't smirk. He just stared, in awe
at how fearless Harry was. Draco had always despised him for no actual
reason. It all started the first day of Hogwarts, when Harry had sent him
spiraling for insulting his friend.
They say freak, When you're singled out. The red. It filters through.
Harry kept his eyes closed. He breathed softly, the hate inside him so deep that it was hardly mortal. He HATED Draco, he did. He didn't like him, or anything about him. it was all just a game of hate. Draco swallowed. His throat was scratched and raw with thirst. Harry sighed. "Hate isn't the problem, it's the solution." He had no idea where these words had come from. Draco cringed. "Hate is a burden that we don't even know we carry. We hold onto hate as a barrier for love, resentment for contentment, and war for peace. We know no better place!" Harry opened his eyes and screamed, "I KNEW A BETTER PLACE BUT YOU TOOK IT AWAY! YOU AND YOUR STUPID DARK LORD!" He kicked at the ground violently and fled in the opposite direction.
So lay down, The threat is real. When his sight, Goes red again.
Draco's mouth dropped open. He stayed on the ground, his limbs feeling weak. "I was but a child!" He called pitifully back to the rather irritated Harry. He looked down at the ground, at Harry, and then at his bared shoulder. Just below the white skin was THAT mark. The one that would brand him for life. He wanted so much to get rid of it, even if it meant cutting it off. He would even go so far as to pour acid on it, for he was so used to the feeling of pain. Harry continued to walk on but slowed when he heard silence behind him. He stopped and turned around. "D.Dr.Draco?" He said shakily.
This change,
He won't contain. Slip away, To clear your mind. When asked, What made it show? The truth, He can't send to most.
Harry screamed again. "DRACO!" He ran to the lifeless figure on the ground. "No.please God.no." he cried, scared and completely alone. Draco's eyes were closed, his silver hair falling in his face. He looked calm, at peace, at rest. But the crimson droplets flowing from a gash in his neck proved his immortality. "May he forfeit hate." Harry whispered. He felt the guilt then. For what he had said, and done, and hadn't done. He felt like he needed to make amends with him. So he leaned his pale face in, his raven hair falling in his wet eyes, and kissed Draco's forehead. He then walked away, leaving hate behind.
They say freak, When you're singled out. The red. It filters through.
They say freak, When you're singled out. The red. It filters through.
Harry kept his eyes closed. He breathed softly, the hate inside him so deep that it was hardly mortal. He HATED Draco, he did. He didn't like him, or anything about him. it was all just a game of hate. Draco swallowed. His throat was scratched and raw with thirst. Harry sighed. "Hate isn't the problem, it's the solution." He had no idea where these words had come from. Draco cringed. "Hate is a burden that we don't even know we carry. We hold onto hate as a barrier for love, resentment for contentment, and war for peace. We know no better place!" Harry opened his eyes and screamed, "I KNEW A BETTER PLACE BUT YOU TOOK IT AWAY! YOU AND YOUR STUPID DARK LORD!" He kicked at the ground violently and fled in the opposite direction.
So lay down, The threat is real. When his sight, Goes red again.
Draco's mouth dropped open. He stayed on the ground, his limbs feeling weak. "I was but a child!" He called pitifully back to the rather irritated Harry. He looked down at the ground, at Harry, and then at his bared shoulder. Just below the white skin was THAT mark. The one that would brand him for life. He wanted so much to get rid of it, even if it meant cutting it off. He would even go so far as to pour acid on it, for he was so used to the feeling of pain. Harry continued to walk on but slowed when he heard silence behind him. He stopped and turned around. "D.Dr.Draco?" He said shakily.
This change,
He won't contain. Slip away, To clear your mind. When asked, What made it show? The truth, He can't send to most.
Harry screamed again. "DRACO!" He ran to the lifeless figure on the ground. "No.please God.no." he cried, scared and completely alone. Draco's eyes were closed, his silver hair falling in his face. He looked calm, at peace, at rest. But the crimson droplets flowing from a gash in his neck proved his immortality. "May he forfeit hate." Harry whispered. He felt the guilt then. For what he had said, and done, and hadn't done. He felt like he needed to make amends with him. So he leaned his pale face in, his raven hair falling in his wet eyes, and kissed Draco's forehead. He then walked away, leaving hate behind.
They say freak, When you're singled out. The red. It filters through.
