Nothingness by: J
Disclaimer: I do not own anything except my beautiful mind. enjoy. Summary: something REALLY REALLY sad happens to Draco... H/D...Angst
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Furious feet charged the wet pavement as Harry desperately boke thru barriers of still air, the wind blowing against his face as he sped up.
'No,'
Harry felt tears streaming down his face as he pushed back the wooden doors that were presently holding him back from his destination.
'NO,'
As the heavy rain poured mercilessly down on Harry, a sight he had dreaded to see presented itself before him. His heart stopped beating and he collapsed on his knees, crying out an endless denial of what he had just witnessed. He reached out for the lifeless figure that lay on the Hogwart's steps, wrapping it in his arms, rocking the figure back and forth. It was a sin...unforgivable, unthinkable...how could anyone slay an angel...how?...
Lights were turned on and sounds of rushing and feet were heard from the castle that stood behind Harry. But it didn't matter to him. Nothing did as of that moment. Only the body in his arms.
'I'm sorry Draco, I'm so so sorry,"
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the end. why? well, draco died. that's the end. post-suicide results to more suicide and the chain will never stop...oh well...so had to end cause the end was so predictable. check this out:
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Harry looked at the dagger that lay on the sheets of his cot. So beautiful in it's perfect silver form...perfect...silver...Draco...
Harry felt hot tears stinging his eyes. Why did it have to come to this? End this way? Be this way?
The raven haired boy reached out and slowly picked up the dagger. He placed it on his thin skin and, in an agonizingly slow motion, slit that pale wrist of his. He watched with the feeling of complete numbness as his essence of life trickled down his palm, dripping down to the cold pavement with a spush, and staining it with bits of his soul...
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(compliments on Janine and Emoi for last line there...)
stop.
See? then this is what is so gonna happen next:
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Hermione screamed at the top of her voice but Ron seemed to be deaf. And in a swift moment he let himself go and he fell down.
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Told you.
It's so gonna be the same thingies anyway. Why I even wrote this is way so beyond me. But hoped you enjoyed wasting your time. Dont forget to flame! :*
love, j
Disclaimer: I do not own anything except my beautiful mind. enjoy. Summary: something REALLY REALLY sad happens to Draco... H/D...Angst
--*-*--
Furious feet charged the wet pavement as Harry desperately boke thru barriers of still air, the wind blowing against his face as he sped up.
'No,'
Harry felt tears streaming down his face as he pushed back the wooden doors that were presently holding him back from his destination.
'NO,'
As the heavy rain poured mercilessly down on Harry, a sight he had dreaded to see presented itself before him. His heart stopped beating and he collapsed on his knees, crying out an endless denial of what he had just witnessed. He reached out for the lifeless figure that lay on the Hogwart's steps, wrapping it in his arms, rocking the figure back and forth. It was a sin...unforgivable, unthinkable...how could anyone slay an angel...how?...
Lights were turned on and sounds of rushing and feet were heard from the castle that stood behind Harry. But it didn't matter to him. Nothing did as of that moment. Only the body in his arms.
'I'm sorry Draco, I'm so so sorry,"
-*-*-*-
the end. why? well, draco died. that's the end. post-suicide results to more suicide and the chain will never stop...oh well...so had to end cause the end was so predictable. check this out:
-*-*-*-
Harry looked at the dagger that lay on the sheets of his cot. So beautiful in it's perfect silver form...perfect...silver...Draco...
Harry felt hot tears stinging his eyes. Why did it have to come to this? End this way? Be this way?
The raven haired boy reached out and slowly picked up the dagger. He placed it on his thin skin and, in an agonizingly slow motion, slit that pale wrist of his. He watched with the feeling of complete numbness as his essence of life trickled down his palm, dripping down to the cold pavement with a spush, and staining it with bits of his soul...
-*-*-*-
(compliments on Janine and Emoi for last line there...)
stop.
See? then this is what is so gonna happen next:
-*-*-*-
Hermione screamed at the top of her voice but Ron seemed to be deaf. And in a swift moment he let himself go and he fell down.
-*-*-*-
Told you.
It's so gonna be the same thingies anyway. Why I even wrote this is way so beyond me. But hoped you enjoyed wasting your time. Dont forget to flame! :*
love, j