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And this life sentence that I'm serving
I admit that I'm every bit deserving
~~~~~~~~~~But the beauty of grace is that it makes life not fair~~~~~~~~~~~

I can breathe this chill deep into my lungs; I can force it all the way into my heart. There is no movement in my chest, no pumping of blood or oxygen. I am simply a boy that was frozen before he had a chance to become a man. So it seems fitting for me to be standing in this graveyard covered in pure white snow. The snow is my skin and it's hiding the death beneath it with its elegant glow.

But I am decay and broken bones under the spotlight, I have no righteous side.

You watch me with your emerald eyes and try not to cast judgment on me. You only try because ever since Cedric's death you can only blame yourself in graveyards. You don't see that this is the only place that feels like home to me; the only place where there are no eyes to watch me.

No eyes watching me, they have all rotted out.

But, here you are, your eyes are intact and the feel of your power rolls over my body and tries to join the chill in my chest. I shrug you off and concentrate on the sensation of all these little snowflakes melting on my skin. They shouldn't be melting, though; I'm just as cold as the marble statues around us.

I am even colder then the marble statues that guard us.

"You are going to catch your death out here," You raise your voice to be heard over the whispering wind.

I don't know if you are trying to be funny, like these corpses are contagious, or if you even realize the irony of the statement. I bark out a laugh anyways, the sound is almost as ugly as the action of actually laughing.

"All my friends are here, my whole family is here. I should be here, so I am." The wind doesn't work against me; it carries my words to your ears and gently begs you to leave.

You have never done anything I have asked.

I can hear the crunching of snow and I can imagine you coming closer, closer to me. Raising your hand and laying it on my blue skin. You flinch and shrug your jacket onto my bare and bony shoulders. You tell me that it doesn't have to be this way; I don't have to give into the guilt. You tug my hand into yours and pull me away from the howling of my past.

The sharp click of the broken fence causes me to come out of my imagination. I look up to only see the outline of your retreating back. You do not turn and in that moment I am just as proud of you as the rest of the world is. You were never my hero, but I will never forget this.

I turn my head back to the rotting decomposition that has become my whole life. This is all that represents me, this is all people will remember of me. In a way I can accept this as my fate and accept that I deserve to be screamed at by the deathly howls of my abandoned family.

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I am a hostage to my own humanity
Self detained and forced to live in this mess I've made
And all I'm asking is for You to do what You can with me
But I can't ask You to give what You already gave

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Harry Potter can't help but feel helplessness when he sees Draco's blood sprayed in his old foot prints. He also can't help but hope Draco feels at peace, or maybe even a little at home.

Harry drinks himself to sleep that night, and refuses to think of Draco's warped sense of family loyalty. He refuses, but he still puts his wand to his head.

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