Reality is my fantasy,
My distant sort of dream,
Because fate seems to outrun me,
Leaving me tattered at the seams.
My embroidery is broken
I'm a faded bloody stain,
The haunting memories of this heartbreak,
How his shattered soul remains.
I need a kind being,
To sit and sew my life,
But the thread is all knotted,
Leaving me in agony and strife.
And people tend to judge me,
Because I'm not as neat as them,
And although my thread is new,
It looks rotten, dirty, dead.
My pretty blue is grey now,
And my gold has turned to black ,
My cotton heart is ripped and frayed,
Free will is what I lack.
I'm controlled by that needle,
That evil metal rod,
Stabbing, pricking, bleeding,
And I look up to my God,
Why do you do this?
I'm a tapestry that's ugly
He answers me kindly,
As in horrible or lovely?
You see beauty is not everything,
You are pretty too,
Everyone has snags and frays,
And some greys turn back to blue,
You shouldn't feel different,
The needle is you're friend,
It guides you through your life,
And when it stabs it mends.
Hermione looked up from her book; she had quite a collection of poems now. She would sit for hours and stare at something and her hands would do all the work for her, the parade of emotions sweeping through her while she thought deeply about it.
She had been feeling really down today, not only was she scared, wallowing in pity that she was being held against her will, missing Draco and her family but she was also scared out of her mind because she had woke this morning to find a beautiful red dress at the bottom of her bed with a simple note pinned to it that read: 'Dinner.'
Of course, she hadn't even touched it, she'd left it there and tried her best to ignore it. But no matter what she did she couldn't help but look at the dress even if she wasn't facing it, she'd turn and steal a glance at it. It kept reminding her of her impending doom that evening. Theo had said she was having dinner with Him. She shuddered at the thought.
"Oh my GAWD!" Harry screamed jumping up from the table and tugging on his hair. Snape and Draco looked up from their coffee highly alarmed at his behaviour.
"Potter, what the hell is wrong with you?" Snape spat at him, after all he wasn't very happy with him at the moment. Harry ignored that Snape had asked him a question and started pulling loads of things out of Snape's kitchen cupboards, pots and pans skidding across the floors.
"Well, whatever it is, it isn't in my cupboards Potter; now scram!"
"Oh, where did I put it?" Harry yelled then proceeded to run out the kitchen and down the corridor screaming the whole way.
"Is he gunna be alright?" Draco asked Snape, listening to something crash in the hallway.
Snape sighed, "Probably not, that boy has never been right in the head."
SMASH!
Snape's eyes went wide. "POTTER!" He scrambled out his seat and left Draco sat staring at where he had just been, feeling very confused.
"BUT THE CLIPBOARD!" Echoed through the house, Draco banged his head on the table, repeatedly.
Draco, after running around the house for the past twenty minutes, had managed to ninja attack Harry from behind, (forgetting he was indeed a wizard and not a ninja) and tied him to a chair in the library. This resulted in three things, one, Harry knocking down almost all the bookshelves in the room. Two, Snape trying to break down the door to see what else they was destroying in his house; and three, Draco getting a nose bleed; Draco was not a happy.
"Please, now seriously, Potter, calm down." Harry looked up at him angrily as Draco held tissue to his nose.
"Calm down, CALM DOWN? You expect me to calm down when I'm in a situation like this?" He yelled spitting in Draco's face as he was sitting on the desk directly in front of him, this was a regretful decision on Draco's behalf. The Slytherin cringed and then breathed deeply before trying to talk to his friend.
"Like what?" He asked calmly, a smirk rose slyly onto the corner of his mouth. "I do mean, of course, apart from you being tied to that chair."
"THE CLIPBOARD!"
"What clipboard? I'm going to throttle you if you don't stop! I'm at my wits end with you, okay, I understand the hero complex and the BLOODY caring soul expression, but you're driving me insane!"
"But it had... Everything..." Harry finished hopelessly. Draco picked up a newspaper from the desk and skimmed the front page.
"Draco! Help me find the…"
"Now POTTER! Don't make me wrap this paper up and smack you on the nose with it like a bad little dog!"
"But-" Harry tried to interrupt, he failed.
"Don't push me! I will do it!"
"DRACO!" Harry whined.
"Potter, by God, do not push me!" he held up the paper threateningly. "I AM A MAN ON THE EGDE!"
"DRACO, I WROTE OUR PLAN ON A CLIPBOARD NOW I'VE LOST IT! WE DON'T KNOW WHAT WE HAVE TO…"
SMACK!
"Ouch! Now what was that for?" Draco hadn't hit him on the nose but on the head, causing Harry's glasses to fall off.
"I think you should calm the hell down! This isn't helping anything. We need to figure out where everyone is and get them out! I DON'T WANT TO HEAR YOU WAFFLING ON ABOUT A CLIPBOARD WHEN MY GIRLFRIEND IS BEING HELD CAPTIVE!"
"Alright... Gay."
"You're so frustrating!" Draco screamed before pacing backwards and forwards, Harry followed his movements with his eyes and he felt like he was watching a game of tennis they were moving so fast.
"Malfoy, just calm down and untie me, then we can find the clipboard and everything will be better!" Harry had thought it sounded like a good plan but obviously Draco didn't as he screamed in frustration and banged his fists on Snape's desk and making Harry jump in shock.
"My fingertips are holding onto the…"
"Oh god, here we go!" Harry sighed as he watched Draco sing to himself.
"And every time that we fight I know it's not right!" Draco said grabbing Harry by the collar.
"Air please, Draco!" Harry coughed, staring scared at Draco's shaking hands he tried to get him off.
"Every time that your upset and I smile, I know I should forget but I…"
"Erg, douche bag." Harry gasped. Draco's eyes dilated back to normal.
"Potter, did you just call me a …. douche bag, you do understand what that is." Draco looked disgusted.
"Of course I do, and you're the world's biggest one!"
"Alright Potter, that's it!" Draco then jumped on Harry smashing the chair and falling on top of him violently, Harry gasped as the air was knocked out of him and then to his surprised he was laughing! Harder than he had laughed in a while and he was squirming! Was Draco… tickling him? …
Snape really couldn't understand what was happening in his study, he kept hearing yelling, then laughing and things breaking, he was worried. Well, whatever they were doing they better hurry up because time was ticking away and they were acting like children! He needed a plan, a plan more cunning than he had ever came up with before, and for it he would need a broom, a net and vast quantities of jelly tots. Snape snickered to himself. He would get his revenge for Potter breaking that vase! And he would get it tonight.
"Foundations" is by Kate Nash.
Fanfiction is by Faith Valconbridge . This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.