Woot! I began a new story today... so happy! Only 3 more days till the most beautiful and greatest girl in the world is here to see me! Wait, it's aftermidnight, huzzah, only two more days to go!
I love everyone right now...
Disclaimers: I don't own ANYTHING (except jasse.) I love reviews (flames included!) This isn't really a happy chapter...and slash is inevitable in any story written by me!
In the Moonlight: Prologue
There is no delaying it; the cool blade rips through the warm pliable flesh, passing through layers of skin, first, second, and the rest, shattering any bones, arteries, and everything else in its way, finally plunging into its true target.
Harry Potter's eyes are glued onto those icy ones of his assailant; they seem to be peering right into his very soul; thoughts, secrets, fears, fully bared. Above him, the sounds of owls hooting can be heard. Their voicing mimicking the cries of pain emitting unknowingly from Harry's stilled lips.
And then, for one fleeting moment, Harry feels relief; what it is to experience pure joy. He feels as though he has been released from all responsibility; every worry, doubt, and lie fleeing from his soul, every failure forgotten.
However, this divine blessing ends all to soon, for as soon as the hope and happiness beings to warm Harry's soul, the white light from the moon streams through the window and ricochets off the shimmering steel of the blade to remind him of his fate.
His eyes widen like miniature black holes, his mouth opens and hangs there, and slowly, his body collapses onto itself, and emitting only a stifled thud, it comes to rest by the well-polished shoes of his attackor. And then, all is still.
Precisely during that moment, issuing from somewhere deep within the confines of Hogwarts, a voice could be heard laughing softly. The sound echoing off the many marble walls of the castle, and traveling as a flock throughout it; much like the tapping of a dancer can reiterate itself through your ears. It sounded somehow final.
Beside the crumpled and cold body of the Wizarding World's final hope stood one Draco Malfoy, the latest and most pampered heir of the Malfoy line, well known among all, dark or light. In his hand, he grips an ornate silver dagger tightly, clutching it as though it were the only thing keeping him alive. The once silver blade of the dagger now shimmers with a thick red substance, the blood of his rival, Harry Potter. Draco holds his head up resolutely, his eyes lifted upward, flashing desperately, in what appears to be a silent prayer. The owls hooting above him and his rival's still frame are the only ones who witness his silent tears.
Well, I know... It's um... angsty? Emo? But, uh... it's nighttime, and and uh... this isn't going to be a one shot death fic...really! (Well...maybe. I have a lot of slashiness planned, but who knows? Maybe I'll just end it here.) Also, if I do write more, the chapters will get longer, I intend for this to be a long novella-ish ficcie... I even briefly planned it out! PLEASE REVIEW!