Disclaimer: Still not mine.
A/N: I decided to publish a few HP-drabbles and because I'm too lazy to start a new story everytime, I'm going to use "Heartbeat" and change it a bit. Hope you like it. So please R&R.
Blood
How strange. Here he had thought all these years that his blood was better than others'. He had been so proud to be a pureblood. He had been convinced that he was something special, something better. Better than Granger the mudblood or Potter the halfblood.He had been sure he was destined for something great.
Now he lay here on the battlefield that had once been the Hogwarts grounds in-between all the other dead. Between Death Eaters and members of the Order. Between purebloods and halfbloods and mudbloods. And all of them were covered in the same color. There was no longer a difference, because all of them were bleeding the same red, even him.