Dragon

I don't know what I'm doing.

I've forgotten what it's like to have no second voice in my head, to not have to constantly fight to keep my sanity.

I feel empty now, like no movement I make is really my doing, it's just happening, against my will...

Enough to make me start fighting again, or not, I don't think I'll ever be able to fight again.

They want me to return to school.

It's not my decision, I told them. Do what you wish.

You have free will now, they say, but really I don't.

He stands still. Trying to wake up from the stupor he found himself in, a daze of detached countenance, silently just moving from one day to the next, sand in an hourglass.

He's changed, everyone at school sees, but then again, he hadn't been himself for about 2 months. They just avoid him, and move along in their everyday lives like he doesn't exist. Like a herd of animals, they leave the weak behind, afraid of slowing down and looking around.

He hates them, passionately, but keeps it to himself.

Suddenly Harry is standing next to him, staring.

He looks up, acknowledging his presence.

"I know what it's like."

He simply gazes back.

"Yeah." He replies.

"You don't believe me."

He gives him an icy cold look.

"Whatever you think you know, Potter, you don't."

"You'd be surprised."

"Most likely, I wouldn't be."

Potter looks at him. He believed him. Then he replied with the unthinkable;

"I know what it's like to be possessed by Voldemort."

Icy cold shock. Quickly he grabbed Harry and pulled him into an empty corridor, lit by dim, flickering torches.

He's silent for a while. Then he says

"Weren't kidding, were you, Harry?"

He doesn't reply to this. Instead he begins,

"You keep fighting, and when it's all over, you're just hollow, lost. Don't know what to do, you halfway feel like it's not over yet."

"Yeah." Was all he said.

"Well guess what, Draco. It's not."

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            He sits on the grass, near the Forbidden Forest. It's way past curfew, if someone caught him he'd be in trouble, but he's not worrying about that.

He thinks about his namesake. Draco, the Dragon. Protector of treasures, guardian.

Fighter.

Hera, queen of the gods, chose him to protect the golden apples. But Hercules came to steal them, a task he had to complete.

He slayed Draco, and stole the golden apples. By human terms, he lost.

But really, he won. Hera honored him by making him a constellation in the skies, to be seen and admired by all forever.

It was at this point that he decided to be an Auror.

He thinks about what Harry said.

You don't get to a certain point, then stop. You keep fighting. That's what courage is, that's what, well, everything is. You come up swinging."

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Author's note- I hate to beg, but R&R, plz!!!