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Procrastination

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Summary: A/U: In the wake of the return of Lord Voldemort, someone finds himself thinking more and more about where his loyalties lie. He watches his world disappear and finally makes his move. Finally, but too late as his world has disappeared with his final move.

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He watched the dusky sky for hours. The unwavering clouds stared back at him. Memories, painful ones most of them, raced across his mind. He heard voices in his head, the voices raised in protest at the indignation of it all. He ran a long-fingered hand through his straggled hair. The dusky sky turned a deep black as the night lingered. He stood up as a fierce wind began to blow, cutting through his skin and bone. Standing as he withstood the pain, thoughts, memories, flooded back at him, attempting to drown him in a sea of misery.

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The room slowly came into full view. He rested his eyes on a sealed envelope, lying uselessly on top of his end table. He sat up slowly, still not looking away form the envelope. He threw his covers on the floor and swept the envelope on the floor. He felt contemptuous, priding the fact that he had avoided what he had not wanted. Yet, he felt strangely empty. A gentle knock at the door nearly scared him out of his wits. He opened the door and found his mother, dressed grandly, and like him, also avoiding the memories.

"Draco?" Narcissa spoke softly.

Draco looked up at the mention of his name.

"This arrived for you earlier." Narcissa held out a second envelope. As Draco reached for the envelope, Narcissa suddenly made away with the letter, as though it was a poison Draco shouldn't touch.

"Forget it," Narcissa mumbled and sped away, closing the door behind her.

Draco stared at the closed door. Somehow, everything he saw nowadays had a meaning. He knew the closing door had one, something he couldn't see.

He returned to the letter lying on the floor. He picked up the envelope and watched the black letters fall into place. He stared at the gleaming words and slowly read through them.

Draco Malfoy

He stared at his name. Before everything that happened, he would have been proud to bear that name. Now, as he held the envelope, he felt pride again, but also scorn and pain. The name his father had given him was causing fury to rise up within himself. Slowly, he eased the envelope flap open and slid the letter out. He sat down on a chair and unfolded the piece of parchment. The parchment had been creased so much that certain words crossing the creases was barely legible.

Draco,

There it was again. The mixed feelings of pride, scorn and pain.

I am writing to you now from my cell here in Azkaban. I am simply biding my time until they give me the Kiss. I am hoping this letter will arrive to you safely. I am writing to you now to warn you. Being a Death-Eater isn't all cracked up to be. I am here because I made a mistake. Never be proud of supporting Voldemort, of being a Death-Eater.

From now on, you shall be making your own decisions. I trust that you make all the right decisions. I trust that you take my life as an example, not of what to do, but as an example of not what to do. I guess I realized my mistake too late. By that time, I had sunk in too deep, being Voldemort's pawn. I hope that you had learned from my mistake.

My son, never doubt that I cared for you. Never doubt that I am proud of you. Up to my last breath, I always will be. Make the right decisions, my boy. And always be proud of the name I gave you. For that name is the only thing I will leave you now.

Stand proud now, Draco. And remember my last.

Your father,

Lucius Malfoy

Draco re-read the letter twice and hastily picked up a loose piece of parchment. He spread the parchment on the table and dipped his quill in an ink well. His hand lingered longer over the parchment. For a moment, the only sounds was the continuous drippings from his quill. The parchment stained with blood-red ink. Draco stared at the parchment. *Why the hell is this happening?* he thought, staring fixedly at the dripping ink.

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The train for Hogwarts pulled out of platform 9 3/4 at 11 o'clock sharp. Draco lugged his trunk to a far compartment and slammed the door behind him. He stared out the window, wondering what life held for him. The hours passed and still, Draco stared stanch at the pouring rain.

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The train chugged around the bend and in sight of the Hogwarts castle. In the horizon, the sky turned a brilliant purple as flecks of light remaining in the evening sky disappeared altogether.

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