fic: The Most Effective Shock Therapy
Author's note: I never really gave up on HP fandom - still love this world to bits - but I guess watching HP6 yesterday inspired me at last. This is a short drabble (~100 words) told from Draco's perspective after his ordeal with Dumbledore, while he and the Death Eaters are marching through the school.
Shock and remorse hold a vice-like grip on Draco's conscience... until his sense of preservation comes online.
THE MOST EFFECTIVE SHOCK THERAPY
I can hear my heartbeat. That is all I am aware of as dark hallways lead to more dark hallways. I know this castle like the back of my hand and yet I don’t recognise a thing. Or rather, I do, but the layout is lost on me for a moment that feels interminable.
I am aware of all of my body’s physical data. I am breathing far too quickly… I am panting. My skin feels tight and cold around me… I am shivering. I cannot see past a black tunnel.
Oh Merlin, oh Merlin, oh Merlin, what have I done?
Faces swim to the edges of my awareness - and offensive spells - and suddenly all this useless data becomes irrelevant. Instinct takes over. I will not die.