Harry Potter: The Only Difference: PG
Title: The Only Difference Between Martyrdom and Suicide is Press Coverage
Author: Moi, who else?
Rating: PG-ish
Warning: References, Character death (pre-story)
Word count: 396 without lyrics
Disclaimer: If I owned any of this do you really think I'd be writing about it and posting on LJ? I mean, really.
Summary: The Interview.
Dedication: To Elle. Even though she doesn't have this journal added and she hates char-death.
Author's note: I couldn't think of how to end it properly, but I really wanted to post it..
Sit tight I'm gonna need you to keep time,
Come on just snap snap snap your fingers for me.
Good good, now we're making some progress
Come on just tap tap tap your toes to the beat.
I believe that this may call for a proper introduction
And well, don't you see?
I'm the narrator and this is just the prologue.
Swear to shake it up if you swear to listen.
We're still so young, but desperate for attention
And I aim to be your eyes.
Trophy boys, trophy wives.
Swear to shake it up if you swear to listen.
We're still so young, but desperate for attention
And I aim to be your eyes.
Trophy boys, trophy wives.
Applause, Applause
No wait wait
Dear studio audience
I've an announcement to make,
It seems the artists these days are not who they so seem.
So we'll pick back up on that on another page.
…
"Harry was desperate by the end. He'd had enough of everyone badgering him to 'defeat He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named'. And I should know. Every night before the war, he'd come to me, he'd complain about Dumbledore and the other two-thirds of the Wonder Trio. He'd practically beg me to end his life for him. Then there'd be the make-up sex for [Harry's] whinging." Draco smirked slightly before continuing, "That’s the bit I like the most, but that's not what we're talking about right now.
"Potter was.. well, he wasn't in his right mind. And he knew. He knew that if he went, then Voldemort would be gone too.
"You can't burden someone with that sort of knowledge. And they didn't, not really. They said it was one or the other. Not both. But Harry knew. He was smarter than he let on. He knew he had a part of Voldemort inside him. And Voldemort had a part of him. They couldn't survive without each other.
"I was there with him that night. Everyone was there, actually. Dinner time at Hogwarts. But I was right there next to him. No one else knew what was happening. They were all eating and laughing and innocent. Except us. I could see what he was doing. He didn't know I was watching, thought I'd be shocked when he fell. To be honest, I was. It's not every day you see your boyfriend drop dead during dinner. I couldn't believe that he'd actually done it. I thought he'd just put the poison in his food and then push it around he plate till the next course or something." He drew a shaky breath, remembering, "He just.. he swallowed. And then he was on the floor. It happened so fast..
"When it was discovered that after he'd poisoned himself, with thanks to Snape for telling him a good poison to kill instantly, Voldemort had fallen during a personal raid, everyone was going on about how he'd sacrificed himself to save the wizarding world. They called him a fucking martyr. But if anyone bothered to talk to the boyfriend, they'd know. They'd know that he’d killed himself, not because he wanted to save the rest of the world.
Because he wanted to save himself." Draco choked out the last sentence before excusing himself from the interview.
As soon as the door to the room had closed behind him, the tall blonde slumped against it sobbing.
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Author: Moi, who else?
Rating: PG-ish
Warning: References, Character death (pre-story)
Word count: 396 without lyrics
Disclaimer: If I owned any of this do you really think I'd be writing about it and posting on LJ? I mean, really.
Summary: The Interview.
Dedication: To Elle. Even though she doesn't have this journal added and she hates char-death.
Author's note: I couldn't think of how to end it properly, but I really wanted to post it..
Sit tight I'm gonna need you to keep time,
Come on just snap snap snap your fingers for me.
Good good, now we're making some progress
Come on just tap tap tap your toes to the beat.
I believe that this may call for a proper introduction
And well, don't you see?
I'm the narrator and this is just the prologue.
Swear to shake it up if you swear to listen.
We're still so young, but desperate for attention
And I aim to be your eyes.
Trophy boys, trophy wives.
Swear to shake it up if you swear to listen.
We're still so young, but desperate for attention
And I aim to be your eyes.
Trophy boys, trophy wives.
Applause, Applause
No wait wait
Dear studio audience
I've an announcement to make,
It seems the artists these days are not who they so seem.
So we'll pick back up on that on another page.
…
"Harry was desperate by the end. He'd had enough of everyone badgering him to 'defeat He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named'. And I should know. Every night before the war, he'd come to me, he'd complain about Dumbledore and the other two-thirds of the Wonder Trio. He'd practically beg me to end his life for him. Then there'd be the make-up sex for [Harry's] whinging." Draco smirked slightly before continuing, "That’s the bit I like the most, but that's not what we're talking about right now.
"Potter was.. well, he wasn't in his right mind. And he knew. He knew that if he went, then Voldemort would be gone too.
"You can't burden someone with that sort of knowledge. And they didn't, not really. They said it was one or the other. Not both. But Harry knew. He was smarter than he let on. He knew he had a part of Voldemort inside him. And Voldemort had a part of him. They couldn't survive without each other.
"I was there with him that night. Everyone was there, actually. Dinner time at Hogwarts. But I was right there next to him. No one else knew what was happening. They were all eating and laughing and innocent. Except us. I could see what he was doing. He didn't know I was watching, thought I'd be shocked when he fell. To be honest, I was. It's not every day you see your boyfriend drop dead during dinner. I couldn't believe that he'd actually done it. I thought he'd just put the poison in his food and then push it around he plate till the next course or something." He drew a shaky breath, remembering, "He just.. he swallowed. And then he was on the floor. It happened so fast..
"When it was discovered that after he'd poisoned himself, with thanks to Snape for telling him a good poison to kill instantly, Voldemort had fallen during a personal raid, everyone was going on about how he'd sacrificed himself to save the wizarding world. They called him a fucking martyr. But if anyone bothered to talk to the boyfriend, they'd know. They'd know that he’d killed himself, not because he wanted to save the rest of the world.
Because he wanted to save himself." Draco choked out the last sentence before excusing himself from the interview.
As soon as the door to the room had closed behind him, the tall blonde slumped against it sobbing.
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