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profit off this story.
warning: very, very light reference to slash. don't like don't read.
rating: pg 13-16 (is that's a rating)
OF GOOD AND EVIL, DEATH AND PEACE
They don't understand. They never do. They're imbeciles, thinking that they know everything, yet knowing nothing. They think that they know me, they think I care. They think that I can help them. They think that I will help them. They think I'll defy my father. They think that they can win. They think that they can overthrow him. They think that with hope and honor one can achive everything. But one can't. They will fall. They will fall so deep that they will never be able to rise up again. I won't help them. Never. I have pride. And maybe they won't fail, maybe they wont fall. Perhapse the can win. Perhaps they will. People say that there is no difference between good and evil. There is. The good have hope, the good believe. The evil have lost everything, the evil understand what this world is about. They don't pretend. If those good people would see what we see every day, death, destruction, pain, they would be as we are. They would give their lives over to a cause that they know will give them a purpose, a cause that may be doomed, a cause that may bring peace, or death. Or both.
Draco Malfoy stares into his mirror, a cold hearted, aloof man looks back. He is clothed in black, making his pale skin, his blond hair stand out all the more vividly.
He is ready. Ready to fight the last battle. Ready to die if he must. Not fearing death, not welcoming it. With a last look at his room he goes out into the corridor. The door falls closed, sealing a part of his life away.
The battlefield is large. Wizards and Witches dying everywhere. The good and the bad. Together in death. That is what is understood the least. Although we are different, we are all the same. We all die. Sooner or later. We have no choice. So good and evil do have something in comen. They both die. The pure and the soiled.
Draco feels that his end is near. The dark-haired man comes closer, wand raised. He doesn't smile. He looks unhappy. Draco can not understand. This is another difference between good and evil. The good feel compassion, even with their enemy. Draco dodges the first curse thrown in his direction. Falling to the groung he feels the bones of his right arm shattering. It is a distinct feeling, like thousands of small needles slipping into his arm at once, and fire consuming it from inside. The second curse crashes onto him, and he closes his eyes against the pain.
Then there is darkness. Darkness that will last forever. Draco smiles. Finally. He has met death and is not afraid.
The battle is over. The dead lie everywhere. Harry Potter has triumphed over the dark lord, yet his triumph is a bitter one. Most of friends are dead and he has killed the only man he has ever loved. But life goes on, does it not? Doesn't it always?
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read and review. merci.
warning: very, very light reference to slash. don't like don't read.
rating: pg 13-16 (is that's a rating)
OF GOOD AND EVIL, DEATH AND PEACE
They don't understand. They never do. They're imbeciles, thinking that they know everything, yet knowing nothing. They think that they know me, they think I care. They think that I can help them. They think that I will help them. They think I'll defy my father. They think that they can win. They think that they can overthrow him. They think that with hope and honor one can achive everything. But one can't. They will fall. They will fall so deep that they will never be able to rise up again. I won't help them. Never. I have pride. And maybe they won't fail, maybe they wont fall. Perhapse the can win. Perhaps they will. People say that there is no difference between good and evil. There is. The good have hope, the good believe. The evil have lost everything, the evil understand what this world is about. They don't pretend. If those good people would see what we see every day, death, destruction, pain, they would be as we are. They would give their lives over to a cause that they know will give them a purpose, a cause that may be doomed, a cause that may bring peace, or death. Or both.
Draco Malfoy stares into his mirror, a cold hearted, aloof man looks back. He is clothed in black, making his pale skin, his blond hair stand out all the more vividly.
He is ready. Ready to fight the last battle. Ready to die if he must. Not fearing death, not welcoming it. With a last look at his room he goes out into the corridor. The door falls closed, sealing a part of his life away.
The battlefield is large. Wizards and Witches dying everywhere. The good and the bad. Together in death. That is what is understood the least. Although we are different, we are all the same. We all die. Sooner or later. We have no choice. So good and evil do have something in comen. They both die. The pure and the soiled.
Draco feels that his end is near. The dark-haired man comes closer, wand raised. He doesn't smile. He looks unhappy. Draco can not understand. This is another difference between good and evil. The good feel compassion, even with their enemy. Draco dodges the first curse thrown in his direction. Falling to the groung he feels the bones of his right arm shattering. It is a distinct feeling, like thousands of small needles slipping into his arm at once, and fire consuming it from inside. The second curse crashes onto him, and he closes his eyes against the pain.
Then there is darkness. Darkness that will last forever. Draco smiles. Finally. He has met death and is not afraid.
The battle is over. The dead lie everywhere. Harry Potter has triumphed over the dark lord, yet his triumph is a bitter one. Most of friends are dead and he has killed the only man he has ever loved. But life goes on, does it not? Doesn't it always?
°~°~°~°~°~°~°
read and review. merci.