You could do any of these things.
You teeter on the brink for a moment, a mere electrical impulse away from doing a hundred actions. The myriad possibilities flicker across your mind for an instant and then Harry glances up at you (Oh perfect tattered doll!) and the look isn't curiosity or puzzlement but equal parts wariness and burning dislike (And, oh, in the right light you might have taken that look for passion instead of hatred!) The look jolts you (he has rejected you again, and this time before you even thought you could extend you fragile glass hand in friendship.) and you blink and the world falls back into it's proper place.
Harry Potter is a loathsome mugglelover and you will not sully your presence with his company. You tell yourself this as you graduate, and then as the Dark Mark is burned into your arm. You tell it to yourself each time you see Harry in battle, but the sounds of shouted spells drown it out and there is only Harry (perfect Harry) resplendent in his power and rage. Sometimes he spots you and your breath catches, because when he recognizes you his eyes burn with hatred and you can not help but hate him back. (If only to protect your brittle psyche because you simply couldn't stand to worship/revere/admire/love someone who hated you.)
The battle is always over before you can face him but you have plenty of chances to inflict wounds great and small on him. Without you spying for the Light side the war progresses slowly and casualties are heavy for both sides. You have the pleasure of torturing and killing the mudblood. (The girl made of sticks screamed and cried and eventually burned to ash.) But ever so slowly, your Lord is pushed back and his followers are captured or killed one by one.
Twelve years after your graduation from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry the Death Eaters raid Hogsmead. Harry is there and you stand for a moment drinking in his hatred,(you fear his wire glasses will melt with the heat of it) letting it feed your own.
And then Harry kills you. It's as simple as that.
You shouldn't have underestimated him. Somehow you thought he would always be the kind Gryffindor who would wait for you to strike first before striking back. But the war had changed him (or maybe he'd always been that way) and he didn't wait and while you were still preparing he struck you down with a simple 'Avada Kedavra'. You had just enough time to be surprised at how very Slytherin his attack was before the green light reached you. (And isn't it ironic that your little ragged doll had to become what he hated to win?)
Your body is taken to Malfoy Manor. You are buried on the grounds next to Pansy, your wife who had been killed only a year earlier, while your Manor was seized and searched. And your beautiful five year old daughter (All pale porcelain and pretty painted lips. She's never had a tea party.) is taken away to be adopted and never know she is the last of the ancient and noble Malfoy line. If you could see her happy face in years to come (so unlike you ever were) you might think she is better off not knowing who she was, but more likely she would simply be a disgrace to the Malfoy name.
And this is where you end. A footnote at the bottom of a Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook, forgotten by all except the one who hates you. The only person your ever thought was perfect.
(He is black yarn hair, and crumpled wire frame glasses and patches of mismatched clothe all stitched together by a clumsy, loving hand.)
He will always hold a place for you in his heart Draco Malfoy, and even if it's not the spot you wanted you're there all the same.
And that will have to suffice.
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THE END
That's it. My God, I've actually finished something. I'm actually not very happy with this chapter at all but this was kind of a last minute thing. I needed something to tell me "It's done. Quit thinking about it already." And this was it. I had problems ending it.
I'm really sorry to anybody who wanted a happy ending. I'm incapable of giving anything Harry Potter related a happy ending. This is where all my angst goes I think.
I think for that for my next ficlet I'm going to do a drabble-thing that focuses solely on Harry. I haven't seen a good one-chapter harry angst fest for a while. It'll be in the future and he's going to be dead. I have a thing about killing people off. I love to do it.
Yeah, anyway, tell me what you think.
Revised 3-27-04
Changed a bit here and there, mostly at the part where it's talking about Malfoy seeing Harry in battle. I also changed bits in chapter 3 and 2 as well.
You teeter on the brink for a moment, a mere electrical impulse away from doing a hundred actions. The myriad possibilities flicker across your mind for an instant and then Harry glances up at you (Oh perfect tattered doll!) and the look isn't curiosity or puzzlement but equal parts wariness and burning dislike (And, oh, in the right light you might have taken that look for passion instead of hatred!) The look jolts you (he has rejected you again, and this time before you even thought you could extend you fragile glass hand in friendship.) and you blink and the world falls back into it's proper place.
Harry Potter is a loathsome mugglelover and you will not sully your presence with his company. You tell yourself this as you graduate, and then as the Dark Mark is burned into your arm. You tell it to yourself each time you see Harry in battle, but the sounds of shouted spells drown it out and there is only Harry (perfect Harry) resplendent in his power and rage. Sometimes he spots you and your breath catches, because when he recognizes you his eyes burn with hatred and you can not help but hate him back. (If only to protect your brittle psyche because you simply couldn't stand to worship/revere/admire/love someone who hated you.)
The battle is always over before you can face him but you have plenty of chances to inflict wounds great and small on him. Without you spying for the Light side the war progresses slowly and casualties are heavy for both sides. You have the pleasure of torturing and killing the mudblood. (The girl made of sticks screamed and cried and eventually burned to ash.) But ever so slowly, your Lord is pushed back and his followers are captured or killed one by one.
Twelve years after your graduation from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry the Death Eaters raid Hogsmead. Harry is there and you stand for a moment drinking in his hatred,(you fear his wire glasses will melt with the heat of it) letting it feed your own.
And then Harry kills you. It's as simple as that.
You shouldn't have underestimated him. Somehow you thought he would always be the kind Gryffindor who would wait for you to strike first before striking back. But the war had changed him (or maybe he'd always been that way) and he didn't wait and while you were still preparing he struck you down with a simple 'Avada Kedavra'. You had just enough time to be surprised at how very Slytherin his attack was before the green light reached you. (And isn't it ironic that your little ragged doll had to become what he hated to win?)
Your body is taken to Malfoy Manor. You are buried on the grounds next to Pansy, your wife who had been killed only a year earlier, while your Manor was seized and searched. And your beautiful five year old daughter (All pale porcelain and pretty painted lips. She's never had a tea party.) is taken away to be adopted and never know she is the last of the ancient and noble Malfoy line. If you could see her happy face in years to come (so unlike you ever were) you might think she is better off not knowing who she was, but more likely she would simply be a disgrace to the Malfoy name.
And this is where you end. A footnote at the bottom of a Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook, forgotten by all except the one who hates you. The only person your ever thought was perfect.
(He is black yarn hair, and crumpled wire frame glasses and patches of mismatched clothe all stitched together by a clumsy, loving hand.)
He will always hold a place for you in his heart Draco Malfoy, and even if it's not the spot you wanted you're there all the same.
And that will have to suffice.
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THE END
That's it. My God, I've actually finished something. I'm actually not very happy with this chapter at all but this was kind of a last minute thing. I needed something to tell me "It's done. Quit thinking about it already." And this was it. I had problems ending it.
I'm really sorry to anybody who wanted a happy ending. I'm incapable of giving anything Harry Potter related a happy ending. This is where all my angst goes I think.
I think for that for my next ficlet I'm going to do a drabble-thing that focuses solely on Harry. I haven't seen a good one-chapter harry angst fest for a while. It'll be in the future and he's going to be dead. I have a thing about killing people off. I love to do it.
Yeah, anyway, tell me what you think.
Revised 3-27-04
Changed a bit here and there, mostly at the part where it's talking about Malfoy seeing Harry in battle. I also changed bits in chapter 3 and 2 as well.