Dragon: The Silver Eyed Killer

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This shouldn't have happened. I still don't understand the last eight months of my life. I had no bussiness with him anyway. Harry, my love, the one who makes me feel so much more than I have since I was a child. He fights for his life in a hospital somewhere miles from where I am headed now. He was only a kid, 23, he didn't understand my complexities. I am a monster. I kill people for money, I don't kid around. I loved what I did, I was the best at it. This bike needs to go faster now. I hate my confusion when it comes to him. Would I change my entire life to protect him? I may not get that choice if he continues to fade like he was when I ran out of the hospital.


Eight Months Earlier....

I'm sitting in the bar unable to focus, my target is in this local gay club called The skrewt. Remus knows my taste for being left alone, he brings my drink as I watch my target. A man by the name of Percy Weasely. He has unpaid debts to my employer, he seems far too happy. He'll be dead soon and he has no idea how I am watching him. I lit a ciggerette because I needed to relax my tensions. It had been a tough day of strong arming my employers debtors. I am so annoyed waiting in this place, despite my taste for men. I hate relationships, but I have a thirst for flesh that is unrivaled by most teenagers.

This is where everything changed. A single moment. A simple accident and I am never going to be the same. A young man bumps into me. He was awfully drunk and though normal circumstances would have called me to be angry, his smile is too disarming to be anything but kind.

"Sorry about that." The young man slurs. He is incredibly cute, but the topper is his green eyes. I shake my head in sudden confusion. I reach out my arms to stead him and sit him in the stool next to me. He is very drunk as his cheeks are flush red and he is continuing to giggle. I am purely captured in this moment. My purpose forgotten.

"Are you alright?" I ask in my most gentle voice I can muster. I am not used to ever being anything other than cold and to the point. He tries to answer me and loses his balance. Falling against my chest. My arms go around him in a protective hug to prevent him from sliding onto the floor. I feel shocked by my own actions, used to the thought of someone dying in my arms rather than seeking their support. He presses his head softly angainst my chest and sighs.

"You're really nice." He says softly with a sigh of obvious relief that he's found stability against me.

"What's your name?" I ask too coldly. I am amazed by the awareness of the tone of my own voice.

"Harry, ummm, Harry Potter." He hiccups a bit and I am afraid he might be sick. I have on a new suit and there is no way I want to get it messed up. He seems to be alright and he continues to apologize to me, I can't say anything for fear it might be the wrong thing. I feel like an asshole just listening to him. "It's my birthday today." he admits, finally pulling away from my arms. I am colder now, he looks me square in the eyes. "You're cute."

I'm smiling like an idiot, I can tell because my face never hurt this bad before. He's laughing at me and then I am laughing and I have no idea why.

"Do you wanna go get something to eat?" I ask kindly and he looks at me cautiously. I am thirty years old. I must seem acient and my suit doesn't exactly make me seem less imposing. I don't think I could have paid him for a quick fuck like I had other men and professional hookers. It was those eyes, they controlled me somehow. I laid money on the bar for my tab and we got up to leave.

We walked to a small Diner, he was pressed up against my shoulder. He was still giggling slightly. I had forgotten all about my job. We sat and at in relative awkward silence, unsure of what to ask the other, but for some reason, I could watch him do anything and be captivated. Was this love, I was too distracted to give a shit. Harry began to tell me about himself out of the blue, he was 23. A college student, an orphan, many things I'd come to regaurd as having made him so timid and gentle later.

He kissed me when I walked him to his apartment, he had invited me in. I don't know why I went it, but I did. The eyes beckoned me. He kissed me and continued, begging me for more, but I knew he was drunk. I didn't reject him badly, I just hugged him to my body and said I was sorry. I don't know, it seemed like the best thing to do at the time. I was wrong though, it wasn't the best thing to do. I should have left him alone in that bar that night.

I didn't leave him alone though, now, he's paid the price that I should have paid for my sins. I had taken him to the hospital, but his face was so swollen from where my enemies had enjoyed themselves hurting him. If I had the ability to cry, I would have. Harry deserved my tears. He had been so good to me, if I had only been honest sooner about my work. If only I had told him right off that I suspected the name Potter was familiar to me. I told him earlier that day, even though I knew my enimies were moving. I wasn't surprised when those eye's looked at me with betrayl and confusion and part hatred. I am a monster, no one can love me for long.

I go now, my enimies, they know I am coming. They know they've crossed me. They know I am going to kill them all. I check my gun, it's ready and waiting to aid my revenge. The rain begins an unholy assault as my bike takes me to my first target. He'll be the one to sound the alarm of my intention. It will start a war with the entire underground. My identity will move through their hiding places.

I am Draco Malfoy, professional killer.

They know me, as Dragon, the silver eyed killer The night follows me into hell, My only shred of humanity left with Harry in his hospital room. I ride determined, in my wake, I shall leave only death.