Lament Of The Fallen Star

Chapter 3- Memory

The three sat for what it seems to be an eternity. The red head and dark haired boy were too stunned to answer back to the blond. The blond had been then ignored from both boys as they both continued on their conversation.

Draco couldn't give a shit to care what they were saying nor did I have the energy to converse anymore. Draco decided that he would nap during the rest of the train ride as it seemed like a good idea to rest up before the big day. Eve had ended up curled in his nap dozing away during the time they had sat down. Draco felt his eyelids closed and fell into deep sleep.

Empty. Everything was void in the new world that had been spoken to life with a breath. The beings of the olden world was created. Horrid creatures that seemed to lack any morals.

These monstrous beings were cherished by the offspring of light. The offspring of light would inspect these beings frequently when he was not busy in the heaven. His Father was not proud of these beings and had wanted to obliterate them. The offspring of light was disquieted for the beings as He did not want to see them destroyed. The being of light was enraged, how could his Father want to destroy something?

The being of light was baptized and enshroud in dusk. He went against his Fathers orders and became the new ruler of these beings. There was mourning in heaven as they just had lost their bother, their morning star. A Great War had occurred and caused the fallen one to flee with his new family.

The fallen one was bitter as Father created new beings. There was no such thing as Love. This new creation was pitiful and the fallen one abominated them. The fallen was swore that he would get his vengeance for his new family. These pests were easily entertained by the smallest things and their stupidity was abhorrent.

Life and destruction was what the fallen one brought onto the world as he was re-incarnated. The child was odd as he was considered to be distant and cold. He seemed to despise these spineless beings.

"Are you okay?" A soft voices filled with nothing of love and kindness asked. The child's frozen heart had somewhat thawed out as he met this boy filled with love.

Crimson shores sat at a calm. The sea of blood ominously glowing as two beings stared into the empty heavens. The offspring of light looked as the man once filled with love was quiet. His face kept staring at the heavens as the offspring of light recollected memories of them. The child of light became remorseful as the situation dawned on him, the man filled with kindness was no more. There was no such thing as love but the being of light was proven wrong.

Tears spilled like rivers down the angel's face. Screams of agony and regret filled the heavens.

Lights fell into the earth. Emptiness was once more.

Draco woke up tears staining his cheeks as he recollected the life he once lived. Eve looked at him with worried from his lap as she heard her master cry in her sleep. Draco's two companions seemed to not be in the compartment anymore. Maybe they had both moved away from him because of his background.

The rest of the travel was quiet as the blond was flooded with memories of Akira. Eve sat quietly observing her master sometimes rubbing her head onto his fingers. The train has finally made it to its destination Hogsmeade station and the students were lead to their designated areas.

Draco had been disinterested in the sights he had saw when reaching the castle on the boat. After living a life seeing and creating celestial bodies nothing was impressive to him.

The large gothic castle stood proudly. The scene was like of one from old tales found in the Romantic literature. Draco could admit that if Akira would have seen this his eyes would have glistened with awe.

The boats had come to a stop and they were lead to the entrance of the castle. There they were met by a fierce yet kind woman who lead them down the hallways of the castle. She had explained each house to everyone and had a voice of pride as she spoke about the Gryffindor house.

The first years glimmered with excitement as they were ready to be placed in the house they could forever call a home. Ghosts littered the area and made themselves known as all the first years had waited in the antechamber, waiting for the professor to make her return.

The ghost seemed to be friendly with all of the students at they kept up with friendly conversation. Most of them froze as they brushed near Draco. The beings of the dead seemed to feel an inhumane presence coming from him that caused them to disappear as quickly as possible.

Draco was not excited, he knew which house he belonged in. His eyes became glassy as he knew that he would be alone like always. There was no Akira to find connection with here.

The old woman had returned and the students had followed her to their next location. Glittering stars kissed the sky as they made their presence known im the Great hall. Candles floated around illuminating the ambiance. Teachers and students a like stared at the new generation of witches and wizards at they made themselves down the entrance of the hall.

One by one each student was called up and the hat was placed upon their heads. Each one getting sorted to the house they belonged to.

"Malfoy, Draco" was called out and he slowly walked to his time of judgement. Some stares of disgust and judgement were thrown in his way from some students. He deserved any name that they called him during his way up to the stool.

Draco sat down on the old stool as a voice had entered his mind. "Oh you are an interesting being. A being made of pure love but filled with hate aren't you Mr. Malfoy or should I say Lucifer." Draco had flinched when the hat had used his old name. It had been a long time since he had heard of that name. "Let me see your memories to determine which house you belong too." Draco's mask that he had craftily placed slipped as the hat viewed his old life.

Draco started crying as he saw the memories of Akira and of him. Akira looking at him with loved filled eyes as they explored together, Akira weeping when he realized the kitten could not be saved, the eclipse causing the leaves to make circles on the ground, and then came the more painful memories.

Draco taking Akira to the Sabbeth, Akira becoming devilman, Akira's longing for Miki, the final war that was started by Ryo, the hateful expression Akira had as they fought their final battle, the face Akira made when he was cut in half from Ryo's beam,the loneliness he felt after killing Akira, holding the cold torso as tears flooding his face,his family making their presence known, and his brother's sword cutting his head off and he pitifully sat and continued to mourn for Akira.

There were many whispers of curiosity as they saw this child break down on the stool as the hat looked through his memories. Many wondered what kind of life he had been living to have a reaction like that.

The hat was silent as it still sat on top of the mourning child, processing the memories it has saw. With a soft voice it exclaimed "Slytherin".