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Drabbles.
Draco
We all started off innocent, as children.
Playing mindless but entertaining games in the vast gardens of Malfoy manor.
Now as teenagers we have already lost our innocence. We are the ones who will be Voldemort’s latest recruits through our parentage.
I’ve seen my mother watching us with hollow wet eyes sometimes, I asked her what was wrong.
She said I wouldn’t care.
Then I said I was concerned about her and I truly was she is my mother and I love her.
Her answer I will always remember.
“It will pass.”
I thought then that she meant it was hey-fever or something like that and I continued on with my gang. Only now do I realise she was referring to my concern.
She though I would stop caring for her and in a strange way she was right.
I care like the rest of the Death Eaters care. I care that she is there, that she is putting one a proper face.
I care that she is alive and that she is well. But it is all for the sake of appearance.
For a long time I have not cared about HER.
I know little about my own mother except that she was, is and probably always will be a sensationally beautiful woman and a stunning trophy wife.
I also know, and she isn’t aware of this knowledge, that every time she sets eyes on Pansy Parkinson, with her long sleek black hair, dark as night eyes and prominent cheekbones she looks ready to weep.
Not until now have I realised myself that she is a beautiful young woman. In fact the only person I have ever seen who looked better is this woman there’s a portrait of in out attic.
I wonder who she is.?
And I wonder if she was an innocent.
Constance
Why.?
It’s the question I have been begging to ask you ever since you left me for that final time in a hospital.
Why had you hated me for every moment I had been in your company Heckity.?
I’d like to say you left no imprint upon my life. I’d like to believe I alone was immune to the hate and horrors you seemed to carry with you everywhere.
Out of our entire class you hated all of us, to you all of us were dirty and evil. We were nearly eighteen and in our final year one of my friends began her journey through life and she had lost her virginity over the summer with her boyfriend (who, by the way, was lovely).
I have no idea how you found out that secret but I would like to know what happened to her. She was a good person and you made her vanish off the face of the earth.
Please tell me what you did.?
I want to make sure I never do it.
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“It’s easier sometimes not to be sincere,
Somehow I make you believe.”
I have not always been granite like, as an ex-student of mine so eloquently put it.
I was once happy.
I was once free.
Before the toils of life, Heckity Broomhead, the raging Wizarding war and my bleeding heart came out to destroy me, like the problems of the world being released form Pandora’s box.
Before all that was released.
Before I was destroyed in silk and remade in granite.
Before that I laughed.
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You always think you can defeat me by default simply because of insignificant facts and I will admit you’re strong.
I’m stronger. I’m faster. I’m better.
I know more spells, if we were to battle now I would win easily.
Even as a child I could see the faults in your casting that would one day lose you everything but I didn’t dare say anything. I was afraid and deep down I didn’t care. I wanted you to lose.
So I am asking today as we stand on opposite sides of a battlefield - throw your very best shots at me. Give me your worst spells, show me what you’re made of.
Give me no mercy and show me up for what I really am
A brilliant witch who has come through the horrors you gave me and is living her life the way she likes.
I will support Dumbledore until my body is dust in the ground and you stupidly joined Voldemort when you were given the choice.
You tried to hide your new allegiance but we found out and I do not feel amazingly immature when I sing “My Boyfriend’s in you inner-circle.” In my head over and over again.
The Death Eaters are closing in on Hogwarts and although it is impossible I would swear I knew which of the incoming figures you were.
I’ve got to go now - Dumbledore is calling us to our positions. He will win this fight.
Oh and Heckity…when you land; bring it on.
Bellatrix
Did you ever hear the story of Persephone.?
For some odd reason she reminds me of myself. She was taken by the devil himself into his domain and somebody who loved her followed after a lengthy search.
I was taken to Lord Voldemort just after I finished Hogwarts, but nobody came for me.
They tried to save the young goddess from her miserable fate but she had already eaten things she shouldn’t. She had tasted of the forbidden fruits and in a way that is what I did.
I used the unforgivable curses for the first time and if you ask anybody who has used them, they will tell you, as will I that they are highly addictive.
Once you hear that firs scream of Crucio or feel in control with Imperio or feel the raw power of the killing curse you are hooked for life.
You can’t go back.
Snape
onstance, my darling girl I do anything for you - I will be anything if it will have helped you escape the pain of your past.
You trust me and I remember the night you told me I was your rock. I was indestructible.
I wish I was for you; but everybody has their breaking point, mine was you safety.
Bellatrix tested my love - she told me to become a Death Eater and have this accursed mark put upon me and like a fool I listened.
I really am a fool to listen to the Devil’s mistress. I did it for you and when out find out I beg of you not to hate me.
I am, after all, not made of steel.
Narcissa
I hate my beauty.
How can something so evil be so agonisingly pretty.?
Bella always called me a devil in the guise of an angel. She still does it to this day.
I especially hate being blonde, nobody ever takes you seriously and that can be a serious handicap when you strive to be the greatest witch of the age.
In the end I am beautiful and blonde but married to a tyrant. Socially ignored and tied to one of the most oppressive men ever.
Whereas that young Granger girl.
Nothing to look at in particular - she has already outstripped me with the help of the ageing tabby cat, and at such a young age.
I would give anything to be that girl - allowed to have a second try at life and this time I’ll have the means to make something of it. I’d even settle for the old teacher; the most respected and cleverest witch of the age.
I hate this life.
It is not fair - Bella was beautiful too, but differently I suppose. And that difference is what divides us.
I am stuck as a porcelain doll whereas Bellatrix gets her vampire-like allure and she is the Dark Lord’s right hard woman.
Then again maybe my life isn’t too bad after all. Better to be alive in the background than dead on the front line.
Draco
We all started off innocent, as children.
Playing mindless but entertaining games in the vast gardens of Malfoy manor.
Now as teenagers we have already lost our innocence. We are the ones who will be Voldemort’s latest recruits through our parentage.
I’ve seen my mother watching us with hollow wet eyes sometimes, I asked her what was wrong.
She said I wouldn’t care.
Then I said I was concerned about her and I truly was she is my mother and I love her.
Her answer I will always remember.
“It will pass.”
I thought then that she meant it was hey-fever or something like that and I continued on with my gang. Only now do I realise she was referring to my concern.
She though I would stop caring for her and in a strange way she was right.
I care like the rest of the Death Eaters care. I care that she is there, that she is putting one a proper face.
I care that she is alive and that she is well. But it is all for the sake of appearance.
For a long time I have not cared about HER.
I know little about my own mother except that she was, is and probably always will be a sensationally beautiful woman and a stunning trophy wife.
I also know, and she isn’t aware of this knowledge, that every time she sets eyes on Pansy Parkinson, with her long sleek black hair, dark as night eyes and prominent cheekbones she looks ready to weep.
Not until now have I realised myself that she is a beautiful young woman. In fact the only person I have ever seen who looked better is this woman there’s a portrait of in out attic.
I wonder who she is.?
And I wonder if she was an innocent.
Constance
Why.?
It’s the question I have been begging to ask you ever since you left me for that final time in a hospital.
Why had you hated me for every moment I had been in your company Heckity.?
I’d like to say you left no imprint upon my life. I’d like to believe I alone was immune to the hate and horrors you seemed to carry with you everywhere.
Out of our entire class you hated all of us, to you all of us were dirty and evil. We were nearly eighteen and in our final year one of my friends began her journey through life and she had lost her virginity over the summer with her boyfriend (who, by the way, was lovely).
I have no idea how you found out that secret but I would like to know what happened to her. She was a good person and you made her vanish off the face of the earth.
Please tell me what you did.?
I want to make sure I never do it.
*********************************************************************
“It’s easier sometimes not to be sincere,
Somehow I make you believe.”
I have not always been granite like, as an ex-student of mine so eloquently put it.
I was once happy.
I was once free.
Before the toils of life, Heckity Broomhead, the raging Wizarding war and my bleeding heart came out to destroy me, like the problems of the world being released form Pandora’s box.
Before all that was released.
Before I was destroyed in silk and remade in granite.
Before that I laughed.
*******************************************************************
You always think you can defeat me by default simply because of insignificant facts and I will admit you’re strong.
I’m stronger. I’m faster. I’m better.
I know more spells, if we were to battle now I would win easily.
Even as a child I could see the faults in your casting that would one day lose you everything but I didn’t dare say anything. I was afraid and deep down I didn’t care. I wanted you to lose.
So I am asking today as we stand on opposite sides of a battlefield - throw your very best shots at me. Give me your worst spells, show me what you’re made of.
Give me no mercy and show me up for what I really am
A brilliant witch who has come through the horrors you gave me and is living her life the way she likes.
I will support Dumbledore until my body is dust in the ground and you stupidly joined Voldemort when you were given the choice.
You tried to hide your new allegiance but we found out and I do not feel amazingly immature when I sing “My Boyfriend’s in you inner-circle.” In my head over and over again.
The Death Eaters are closing in on Hogwarts and although it is impossible I would swear I knew which of the incoming figures you were.
I’ve got to go now - Dumbledore is calling us to our positions. He will win this fight.
Oh and Heckity…when you land; bring it on.
Bellatrix
Did you ever hear the story of Persephone.?
For some odd reason she reminds me of myself. She was taken by the devil himself into his domain and somebody who loved her followed after a lengthy search.
I was taken to Lord Voldemort just after I finished Hogwarts, but nobody came for me.
They tried to save the young goddess from her miserable fate but she had already eaten things she shouldn’t. She had tasted of the forbidden fruits and in a way that is what I did.
I used the unforgivable curses for the first time and if you ask anybody who has used them, they will tell you, as will I that they are highly addictive.
Once you hear that firs scream of Crucio or feel in control with Imperio or feel the raw power of the killing curse you are hooked for life.
You can’t go back.
Snape
onstance, my darling girl I do anything for you - I will be anything if it will have helped you escape the pain of your past.
You trust me and I remember the night you told me I was your rock. I was indestructible.
I wish I was for you; but everybody has their breaking point, mine was you safety.
Bellatrix tested my love - she told me to become a Death Eater and have this accursed mark put upon me and like a fool I listened.
I really am a fool to listen to the Devil’s mistress. I did it for you and when out find out I beg of you not to hate me.
I am, after all, not made of steel.
Narcissa
I hate my beauty.
How can something so evil be so agonisingly pretty.?
Bella always called me a devil in the guise of an angel. She still does it to this day.
I especially hate being blonde, nobody ever takes you seriously and that can be a serious handicap when you strive to be the greatest witch of the age.
In the end I am beautiful and blonde but married to a tyrant. Socially ignored and tied to one of the most oppressive men ever.
Whereas that young Granger girl.
Nothing to look at in particular - she has already outstripped me with the help of the ageing tabby cat, and at such a young age.
I would give anything to be that girl - allowed to have a second try at life and this time I’ll have the means to make something of it. I’d even settle for the old teacher; the most respected and cleverest witch of the age.
I hate this life.
It is not fair - Bella was beautiful too, but differently I suppose. And that difference is what divides us.
I am stuck as a porcelain doll whereas Bellatrix gets her vampire-like allure and she is the Dark Lord’s right hard woman.
Then again maybe my life isn’t too bad after all. Better to be alive in the background than dead on the front line.