No More Tears
A/N- Basically I just rewrote pg. 522 and 523 from the HBP (the hard back) Draco's perspective. But I didn't copy the whole text, just small little parts. :)
I can't do it…I can't…It won't work…and unless I do it soon…he'll kill me…
A sob breaks through my throat and past my lips and I feel the rapidly becoming familiarity of wetness against my cheeks.
Oh Merlin…I can't…
My cold fingers clutch at the edges of the equally cold sink and I finally allow my head to bow; my tears falling into the basin below. The whining next to me did nothing to calm my rampant nerves as the bothersome ghost tried to comfort me, but to no avail. But I do tell her my running thoughts when she asks; repeating everything. I'm not sure she understood; I couldn't even distinguish the individual words that my thick throat fused together.
I gasped and gulped as I tried to regain normal breathing. Shuddering when another bout of foreboding washes over me, I look up into the grimy mirror. My eyes were red and I see him. My skin crawled as my mind flashed deep crimson eyes looking at me, roaming my body.
I curse and shut my eyes tightly against the feeling. When I open them… Bright green eyes stare with horrid fascination from behind me. And suddenly I have enough strength to kill him.
I wipe a hand harshly over my eyes, my cheeks, to get rid of the evidence. It's useless; I know he's already seen them. But I still wheel around with a newly lit fire in my eyes, already drawing my wand. He does the same.
Wasting no time, I fire a hex that misses him just barely. The sound of shattering glass fuels me and I easily block his jinx. The ghost is screaming, but I don't lend her an ear. I avoid the Leg-Locker Curse and almost flinch when it backfires and smashes the cistern beneath the moaning ghost. He slips and I finally see my morbid chance; I raise my wand, the Killing Curse at the front of my mind, the Cruciatus Curse at the tip of my tongue.
"Cruci " It wasn't the killing curse that I was about to cry. I wanted to laugh and cry out in frustration.
I could not do it!
"SECTUMSEMPRA!" he bellows, cutting me off, waving his wand wildly from the floor.
I've never heard of the curse before and I'm in shock when it hits me squarely in the chest. For some reason, I've never really comprehended all of the dangerous things this boy has done; never really comprehending that he actually might be dangerous. As I shake uncontrollably on the floor and as the blood flows from my body and onto my expensive robes, I realize that, to me, he's always just been a regular famous boy with problems, not a killer.
But now, I doubt my own perspective of him, but I am also slightly glad it was him who is causing me to bleed to death. I'm glad that it is him who kneels at my head, running his rough fingertips over my face, his expression crushed and lost. He hadn't meant it. My doubt lessens. I close my eyes tiredly, wanting to give in to the darkness. I open them again and see, instead, my godfather leaning over me, singing some sort of soothing spell. I go to the welcoming arms gratefully, and rest.
Warm, rough fingertips brush my hair away and out of my eyes, but when I turned in the stiff hospital bed, there was no one there.
A/N- Please Read and Review!