A/N My first time at a one-shot. Just a teeny one! It's part of a series of one-shots the others will follow.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately you will not see my name anywhere on the Harry Potter books, therefore I own nothing.
The Chosen path: Draco
The waves crashed against the cliff face as the wind challenged the waves to go higher. Draco stared down at the raging chaos beneath him. He felt himself exhale as the waves retreated from the cliff, readying themselves to hit back with a vengeance.
He closed his eyes and breathed in the salty air, and felt himself choke on it. The wind was hitting him with such force his face stung, he felt the tears on his cheeks grow cold as they made their way down his pale skin.
A tired hand clenched his wand, a wand that only an hour before had only one intention. To kill. But he had failed. The very first mission he had been given, and he had been unable to complete it. Draco looked up to the darkened clouds above him.
Failure. That's what he was now. It was slowly becoming the story of his life, failure. He could just see his father's face scowling at him. He could hear his voice.
"Your nothing but a failure Draco, Your not worthy of the Malfoy name."
He had lost count how many times he had been told that. Draco closed his eyes trying to shut him out, but to no avail, there was never any escape.
"You wretched child! I should have drowned you at birth!"
Draco scrunched his eyes tighter, as he clenched his fist harder around his wand.
"CRUCIO!"
Draco fell to his knees as memories of the excruciating pain and torture ripped through him. Screams of his past filled his head. Draco looked down to see his hand shaking. He scowled. He was a failure. He was pathetic He had one mission and somebody else had to finish it for him, making him pathetic.
He had been destined to become a killer. It was what Malfoy's did best.
Draco gave out a manic laugh, at the thought of himself not being enough of a killer to bear the Malfoy name.
The fierce face of Lucius shifted to the calm face of his former head master.
"Your not a killer Draco…"
Pain and guilt ripped through him.
"Your not a killer…"
Yes, he was pathetic, he had been following the ideals of a maniac, but not any more.
His breathing became ragged. There was only one option for him now.
He was on the run. The light side would kill him, as would the dark.
The wind howled around him as the thunder cracked in the distance.
The rage and fear built inside him as he raised his head and howled to the heavens, letting out all the hate and rage he had inside him. He screamed and shouted until his lungs hurt from the exertion.
He slowly raised himself off of the damp ground, his eyes cold and empty. His resolution final. A glimmer of light sparkled in his eye.
Damn the Malfoy family. Damn them all. He was not a coward.
He was going to fight this damned war and hell would descend upon anyone who dared to get in his way.
He just couldn't wait to see the look on Saint Potters face when he finds him…
A/N Well that was my first time at a one shot! I will be updating my other story soon and more of these should follow, unless you all think this was rubbish, in that case it will stop here!