Death of A Malfoy
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
852
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Death of A Malfoy
Why do they leave me all by myself?
Why do they use me and bring me down?
Why do they hurt me?
Why do they leave me?
Why doesn't anybody stick around?
A tiny blade caresses his pale skin, leaving jagged lines of blood. Tears fall from his icy grey eyes. As his head falls down, his blonde white hair wipes some of those tears away.
Why doesn't anyone stay here?
Why do they leave me?
Don't they realize I'm a porcelain doll?
Small, unsure, beautiful
Breakable.
A whisper of a cry escapes from his mouth. A sob follows a little louder. A sharp knock of the door, startles him. But he can’t form the words.
If I sit here, waiting to be wanted
Something good will pass me by
Many people look through the windows
But seldom do they ever look in my eyes
The door swings open. The older copy of himself stands before him. With no one around, the man is so gentle. The man knocks the tiny blade from his hand. A swish of his hand, the boy’s skin is healed. No scars are left behind.
Why doesn't anyone stay here?
Why do they leave me?
Don't they realize I'm a porcelain doll?
Fragile, helpless, unwanted
Breakable
The man bends down and wraps his arms around the boy. Picks him up slowly and holds him tightly to his chest.
They can't tell that I am sweet
They can't tell I'm like a porcelain doll
Beautiful and demure
But they will lie to me
The man whispers into the boy’s ears. The truth or lies, the boy does not know.
Why am I not numb to this?
Why can't I let it all outside my mind?
Don't let me sit here collecting dust
But please be careful, please be kind
A small whimper comes from the boy’s mouth. A silence plea shines from his eyes. An escape from this world so cruel is the only thing he asks for.
Why doesn't anyone stay here?
Why do they leave me?
Don't they realize I'm a porcelain doll?
Lost, alone, unsure
Kind, demure, small
Fragile, helpless
Breakable
Breakable
The man left the room, for whatever reason the boy doesn’t know. The boy grabs his wand, and says those two words. Green light flashes brilliantly throughout the room. Only to fade to see the boy slump down back onto the pillows. The man rushes into the room. Upon seeing the blank look on the boy’s face, he cries out. He falls. He dies inside.
This little bunny escaped from me. Draco was suppose to die from cutting himself. But I guess the little bunny wanted to see a different side to Mr. Malfo Sr. Anyway I hope you enjoy this. Please do rate and review. Or I will send my evil little bunny after you.
Why do they use me and bring me down?
Why do they hurt me?
Why do they leave me?
Why doesn't anybody stick around?
A tiny blade caresses his pale skin, leaving jagged lines of blood. Tears fall from his icy grey eyes. As his head falls down, his blonde white hair wipes some of those tears away.
Why doesn't anyone stay here?
Why do they leave me?
Don't they realize I'm a porcelain doll?
Small, unsure, beautiful
Breakable.
A whisper of a cry escapes from his mouth. A sob follows a little louder. A sharp knock of the door, startles him. But he can’t form the words.
If I sit here, waiting to be wanted
Something good will pass me by
Many people look through the windows
But seldom do they ever look in my eyes
The door swings open. The older copy of himself stands before him. With no one around, the man is so gentle. The man knocks the tiny blade from his hand. A swish of his hand, the boy’s skin is healed. No scars are left behind.
Why doesn't anyone stay here?
Why do they leave me?
Don't they realize I'm a porcelain doll?
Fragile, helpless, unwanted
Breakable
The man bends down and wraps his arms around the boy. Picks him up slowly and holds him tightly to his chest.
They can't tell that I am sweet
They can't tell I'm like a porcelain doll
Beautiful and demure
But they will lie to me
The man whispers into the boy’s ears. The truth or lies, the boy does not know.
Why am I not numb to this?
Why can't I let it all outside my mind?
Don't let me sit here collecting dust
But please be careful, please be kind
A small whimper comes from the boy’s mouth. A silence plea shines from his eyes. An escape from this world so cruel is the only thing he asks for.
Why doesn't anyone stay here?
Why do they leave me?
Don't they realize I'm a porcelain doll?
Lost, alone, unsure
Kind, demure, small
Fragile, helpless
Breakable
Breakable
The man left the room, for whatever reason the boy doesn’t know. The boy grabs his wand, and says those two words. Green light flashes brilliantly throughout the room. Only to fade to see the boy slump down back onto the pillows. The man rushes into the room. Upon seeing the blank look on the boy’s face, he cries out. He falls. He dies inside.
This little bunny escaped from me. Draco was suppose to die from cutting himself. But I guess the little bunny wanted to see a different side to Mr. Malfo Sr. Anyway I hope you enjoy this. Please do rate and review. Or I will send my evil little bunny after you.