Author's Note: I apologize if my posting this in this way led you to believe that there was an actual second chapter to this tale, but I thought this separate "chapter" to be the best way for me to explain the inspiration that led to my writing such a different type of story than all my others.

Honestly, the story all but wrote itself. I was driving home from work one day when a song I'd never heard before came on the radio. As I listened to it that very first time, I saw Draco standing there on the roof of Hogwarts's tallest tower, looking out over the grounds as he lifted a handgun to his head. Throughout the course of the song, each scene played through my head, and I wrote each one exactly as I saw it. I think the result was truly my best piece of writing ever, and what's truly amazing is that it was also the easiest to write. Like I said, it practically wrote itself.

Ever since I first wrote it, I've tried time and again to expand this into a multi-chaptered tale, as I think the storyline lends itself to exactly that . . . but I've failed in every attempt and have come to realize that I've simply told as much of the story as I'm meant to tell. If anyone wants to accept a challenge, however, I would love to see this written in a long, well-thought-out, multi-chaptered format. Please PM or email me if you want to undertake such a task and consider yourself capable of seeing such a project through to its completion.

And now, I leave you with the lyrics of the song that inspired Swallowed by Pain. If you've never heard the song before, I highly recommend listening to it . . . it's easily found on YouTube if you search the title and artist. Enjoy!


45
(by Shinedown)

Send away for a priceless gift
One not subtle, one not on the list
Send away for a perfect world
One not simply so absurd
In these times of doing what you're told
Keep these feelings no one knows

What ever happened to the young man's heart
Swallowed by pain as he slowly fell apart

And I'm staring down the barrel of a .45
Swimming through the ashes of another life
No real reason to accept the way things have changed
Staring down the barrel of a .45

Send a message to the unborn child
Keep your eyes open for a while
In a box high up on a shelf
Left for you, no one else
There's a piece of a puzzle known as life
Wrapped in guilt, sealed up tight

What ever happened to the young man's heart
Swallowed by pain as he slowly fell apart

And I'm staring down the barrel of a .45
Swimming through the ashes of another life
No real reason to accept the way things have changed
Staring down the barrel of a .45

Everyone's pointing their fingers
Always condemning me
Nobody knows what I believe
I believeā€¦

And I'm staring down the barrel of a .45
Swimming through the ashes of another life
No real reason to accept the way things have changed
Staring down the barrel of a .45