Chapter 2

Dulled

The screams ripple through the Hall with my gifts at their core. In the Chaotic rustle of my acquaintances making their escape, I realize how loud the voices can truly be and how cruel they have become. I hear shouting and hurried steps so I calmly reply, really, Professor Snape worries too much.

'Draco, don't look.'

'No, Professor.'

'For Merlin sakes Albus, do something. NOW.'

'No, Professor.'

'DON'T LOOK.'

Stubborn git, hasn't he ever heard of reverse psychology.

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The rustle of robes surrounded me and abruptly my sight was robbed. Professor Snape always worried too much, the dead are nothing more than a husk. Inanimate objects serving no use other than mundane fertilization. I have always wished to try and fertilize my Cherry Blossoms; I think this will do fine. I wonder if the blossoms are out yet, the petals striking the ground after their gentle descent only to wither away, like dried worm on the summer pavement. Beauty and ugliness are eternally entwined, never truly abandoning each other. Professor Snape is screaming once more, I wish he would cease, he's disturbing the petals.

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Heads

Heads

Heads in a box

Everyone dance with their heads in a box

With a fore step and a back step and a swirl of blue

Dance with the demon hiding truth

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I couldn't help but giggle with the silly tune ringing in my mind but I do not think it was advisable to act it out. The Professors would not be impressed and with Professor McGonagall whispering in a pitying tone they most probably expect me to be mad. I wish she would cease, it's not as if I cannot perceive her words,

'Albus, we must contact the ministry immediately, Draco must be removed and all the student are. . .'

'To have the rest of the day off, everyone must return to their common rooms until this episode can be resolved'

I feel Professor Snape lead me away, I show no sigh of fear and I presume that is what worries him. Pity, spring was coming but no one was laughing anymore, they continued to whisper in hushed tone,

'Oh My God, I wonder if poor Draco is alright, waking up in the morning and seeing his own parents' head in a box, even if he is a git he doesn't deserve this.'