Free Fall
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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
4
Views:
1,261
Reviews:
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Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Fall
Part III. –Fall
“Slowly.
No scales; directly.
Low and Dark.
There’s no vertigo.
There is only Emptiness”
“Mum:
Hello. How have you been? I hope you’re doing well. Tell me, is everything all right there in London?
Surely, you would have heard by now the news or read them on The Prophet. Never has something escaped from your knowledge when it concerns your family; especially if it is about that spoiled son of yours. Smiling, aren’t you? That’s very well. I’m glad to be able of making you smile; be the source of your happiness.
I’ve detoured from the subject. Sorry, but lately I haven’t been myself. I guess that having me recluse in the country and getting away form the city has provoke some change in me. Though, I haven’t decided yet if that’s good or bad.
Oh, yes! Congratulate me! Now you son is a Word-wide known hero, with the highest honours in the Magical Community, along with Harry Potter –I know I’m cocky… but still you love me, right?
Would you have ever imagined that? I believe is a surprise to everyone; you know that I’ve always been unpredictable. Don’t you agree with me?
When many thought that I would ended up in Azkaban like father, the truth came to the light leaving everybody stunned. Or so I’ve heard. Without a doubt, I do believe it. After all, it also is strange to me such acknowledgement.
The ceremony it’s going to be in two weeks. I attach you the invitation to this letter. I always have enjoyed assisting to this kind of event, in fact any kind of event, with the most beautiful woman.
And yes, everything here is fine. The house-elves keep me fed and the place in order. The days are peaceful and my physical health has improved a lot. You will check it with your own eyes soon.
Mum, I send you my regards and love.
See you soon;
your Son,
Draco Malfoy.”
He re-read the setter, and then rolled it up and sealed it with his personal signature. He tied the parchment and the invitation to the left leg of the owl and watched how the bird lost itself in the horizon. It was getting dark.
He sighed.
His mother would believe every single word and see him in two weeks. She had accomplished re-building her life, repositioned herself in the High Magical Society. His father, still secluded in Azkaban and paying his crimes for the rest of his life, had become a bitter but always present memory.
And he… He was living a farce. He didn’t have direction; he was like a boat without port close to sink. With the downfall of Voldemort, he had fallen too. The loneliness was his only partner, without counting the anguishing memories in his head. He had become almost a hermit, and the cover he pulled off for his mother was hilarious and painful to him.
His life didn’t have more sense than that only to keep painting nice pictures to his mother. For her, he was still in this world.
He smiled sadly.
Two weeks; in to weeks he would face again the Magical World. He would have to put in action all his acting skills and persuasion to show off a mask of joy and satisfaction.
Everything had been reduced to pretend.
Void. He was falling into the void and kept wondering when he would reach the bottom.
“Slowly.
No scales; directly.
Low and Dark.
There’s no vertigo.
There is only Emptiness”
“Mum:
Hello. How have you been? I hope you’re doing well. Tell me, is everything all right there in London?
Surely, you would have heard by now the news or read them on The Prophet. Never has something escaped from your knowledge when it concerns your family; especially if it is about that spoiled son of yours. Smiling, aren’t you? That’s very well. I’m glad to be able of making you smile; be the source of your happiness.
I’ve detoured from the subject. Sorry, but lately I haven’t been myself. I guess that having me recluse in the country and getting away form the city has provoke some change in me. Though, I haven’t decided yet if that’s good or bad.
Oh, yes! Congratulate me! Now you son is a Word-wide known hero, with the highest honours in the Magical Community, along with Harry Potter –I know I’m cocky… but still you love me, right?
Would you have ever imagined that? I believe is a surprise to everyone; you know that I’ve always been unpredictable. Don’t you agree with me?
When many thought that I would ended up in Azkaban like father, the truth came to the light leaving everybody stunned. Or so I’ve heard. Without a doubt, I do believe it. After all, it also is strange to me such acknowledgement.
The ceremony it’s going to be in two weeks. I attach you the invitation to this letter. I always have enjoyed assisting to this kind of event, in fact any kind of event, with the most beautiful woman.
And yes, everything here is fine. The house-elves keep me fed and the place in order. The days are peaceful and my physical health has improved a lot. You will check it with your own eyes soon.
Mum, I send you my regards and love.
See you soon;
your Son,
Draco Malfoy.”
He re-read the setter, and then rolled it up and sealed it with his personal signature. He tied the parchment and the invitation to the left leg of the owl and watched how the bird lost itself in the horizon. It was getting dark.
He sighed.
His mother would believe every single word and see him in two weeks. She had accomplished re-building her life, repositioned herself in the High Magical Society. His father, still secluded in Azkaban and paying his crimes for the rest of his life, had become a bitter but always present memory.
And he… He was living a farce. He didn’t have direction; he was like a boat without port close to sink. With the downfall of Voldemort, he had fallen too. The loneliness was his only partner, without counting the anguishing memories in his head. He had become almost a hermit, and the cover he pulled off for his mother was hilarious and painful to him.
His life didn’t have more sense than that only to keep painting nice pictures to his mother. For her, he was still in this world.
He smiled sadly.
Two weeks; in to weeks he would face again the Magical World. He would have to put in action all his acting skills and persuasion to show off a mask of joy and satisfaction.
Everything had been reduced to pretend.
Void. He was falling into the void and kept wondering when he would reach the bottom.