As his feet carried him
Towards his love,
Again,
His minded wandered
To the years that had passed...
Death, death-eaters, dementors
You-know-who..voldermort,
Avada kedavra, Crucio...
Imperio.
His feet carried him,
Aginst his will, towards the -secret-
Love of his life.
Grabbing her hair, dragging her screaming
Along the cold floor to the Dark Lord's servant:
Mudblood
Etched onto her beautiful skin
Eulogizing his happiness.
He tried to scream; to make it stop
To kill the wretched woman
Bringing inflicting such pain upon
His princess.
But fate was cruel.
He stepped forward,
Raising his wand,
At her.
'Crucio!'
He watched, helplessly,
As she writhed on the floor,
Her guttural screams echoing
Through his every nerve
Every hair on his body
Standing up
As if to flee this torture.
He wished the spell
Upon himself; surely,
That would be more endurable.
When it was done, she lay motionless
His kin laughing in his ear.
Still, he could do
Nothing.
He shivered,
As if he could
Shed the memory
That clung onto him
Like a second skin.
He was stronger now.
He took a deep breath
And rang the doorbell.
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After so long (Dramione) ✔
PoetryDraco finds his way back home, after many years. Will he face rejection, or reunion? #94 in POETRY 02/01/18 Third place - Hidden Authors Awards 2017 **IF YOU ARE READING THIS STORY ANYWHERE OTHER THAN W A T T P A D . C O M BEWARE THAT IT HAS BEEN ST...
