Originally written for Draco100 on LiveJournal.
"Some are Born to sweet delight, Some are Born to Endless Night" – William Blake, "To See a World..."
It was up to Draco: he was the only one who could put an end to this.
His hand was shaking as he raised his wand, facing what once had been a man before him.
"Fool..." it hissed, before Draco was thrown back on a wave of pain.
He had failed.
He woke up sweating, his heart beating like that of a trapped bird. For the first time in his life, Draco fully comprehended what being Harry Potter was like. Compassion melted away with the darkness at dawn, but the memory sufficed to stay his tongue when Potter was captured.