AN: Written for the Create-A-Potion Challenge: You have chosen the Draught of Peace to study. Your first ingredient is powdered moonstone. Ah, the possibilities. This is also known as the wishing stone, you must write about a character making a wish. To have something different, to be different. Also written for the 19000 prompts, 500 words, One week Challenge, using the prompt: bird's eye view. Enjoy and please review!
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me, they belong to J.K. Rowling.
From where Draco stood at the top of the Astronomy tower, his hair ruffling in the wind and his cheeks stained with unaccustomed blotches of red from the cold, he had a bird's eye view over the Hogwarts ground. Or, at least, he would've had, if it wasn't midnight.
Shivering, Draco pulled his thick, woollen black robe tighter around him, grateful for its warmth.
Over the past month, he had been coming up to the Astronomy tower a lot, wishing to get away from the pressure of the task put upon him by the Dark Lord, punishing him for his father's misdeeds.
Draco scowled, his handsome, aristocratic mouth pulling down at corners, thinking how unfair life was.
He was barely sixteen, and he had to bear the weight of a punishment intended for a grown man on his shoulders. It just wasn't fair.
Not that anything was fair these days.
The one subject that he had actually liked, Potions, had been soured by that jolly old man, Slughorn, who, like all Professors, couldn't resist the Charm of the Chosen One. Stupid Potter, who wouldn't stop complaining about all the hardships he had in life.
Hmmpf. As if he had anything to complain about.
Pulling his cloak even tighter around his thin body, the whistling wind cutting through him like a knife, Draco looked up at the stars, tracing the constellations.
He never was much good at finding constellations, but he always found his own namesake quite easily. Draco, Dragon.
He traced the curving tail, ending with the kite like structure at its head.
As he stared at the constellation he had just drawn with his finger, a shooting star flashed across the stars.
Even though he knew that it was childish, and that he didn't have time for childish notions, he closed his eyes, his pale-blond, ridiculously long lashes quivering, and made a wish.
Opening his eyes, the star was gone, and a cloud had moved in front of his constellation.
Turing around, Draco made his way over to the door leading into the tower, pushed it open and continued down the stairs to his dormitory, his wish echoing in his head:
"Let me grow up different than my father. Let me live….."