Sound The Bugle
Rating: PG-13, for language
Author's Note: Hi, LiveWire here. A SHORT fic about Draco. I adore Slytherin, can you tell?
Sound the bugle now - play it just for me
As the seasons change - remember how I used to be
Now I can't go on - I can't even start
I've got nothing left - just an empty heart
Why go on? With my father in Azkaban, and my mother refusing to go anywhere, I can't do anything, really. I need to WALK to Diagon Alley, which is nearly ten miles away.
I'm a soldier - wounded so I must give up the fight
There's nothing more for me - lead me away...
Or leave me lying here
Have I lost everything? I see no reason to go on. Everything I loved, well, Slytherins don't love, everything I looked up to is GONE. Left. Off to Azkaban or sobbing in the bedroom. I can't fall in love. Couldn't even try. I'm as cold and hard as Snape.
Sound the bugle now - tell them I don't care
There's not a road I know - that leads to anywhere
Without a light feat that I will - stumble in the dark
Lay right down - decide not to go on
Do I even FUCKING CARE anymore? Why should I? All I have left will never see me again.
Then from on height - somewhere in the distance
There's a voice that calls - remember who your are
If you lose yourself - your courage soon will follow
I've lost myself to depression. WHY should I even go on? There's no point. What is there worth going on for?
So be strong tonight - remember who you are
Ya you're a soldier now - fighting in a battle
To be free once more -Ya that's worth fighting for
Hope. All I can do is hope.
Author's conclusion: Well? How'd I do? Huh? Huh? HUH! PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!! *whimpers and looks pleading*
Random quote of the fic: "You're not a biscuit, Jessica!" -my sister to me
Rating: PG-13, for language
Author's Note: Hi, LiveWire here. A SHORT fic about Draco. I adore Slytherin, can you tell?
Sound the bugle now - play it just for me
As the seasons change - remember how I used to be
Now I can't go on - I can't even start
I've got nothing left - just an empty heart
Why go on? With my father in Azkaban, and my mother refusing to go anywhere, I can't do anything, really. I need to WALK to Diagon Alley, which is nearly ten miles away.
I'm a soldier - wounded so I must give up the fight
There's nothing more for me - lead me away...
Or leave me lying here
Have I lost everything? I see no reason to go on. Everything I loved, well, Slytherins don't love, everything I looked up to is GONE. Left. Off to Azkaban or sobbing in the bedroom. I can't fall in love. Couldn't even try. I'm as cold and hard as Snape.
Sound the bugle now - tell them I don't care
There's not a road I know - that leads to anywhere
Without a light feat that I will - stumble in the dark
Lay right down - decide not to go on
Do I even FUCKING CARE anymore? Why should I? All I have left will never see me again.
Then from on height - somewhere in the distance
There's a voice that calls - remember who your are
If you lose yourself - your courage soon will follow
I've lost myself to depression. WHY should I even go on? There's no point. What is there worth going on for?
So be strong tonight - remember who you are
Ya you're a soldier now - fighting in a battle
To be free once more -Ya that's worth fighting for
Hope. All I can do is hope.
Author's conclusion: Well? How'd I do? Huh? Huh? HUH! PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!! *whimpers and looks pleading*
Random quote of the fic: "You're not a biscuit, Jessica!" -my sister to me
