Weakness Guides The Heart

Chapter nineteen

Love is dangerous. It is intoxicating. It can poison your fingers with the most chaste touch. Lingering stares can leave you vulnerable, weak, exposing your back to your enemies knifes.

It is pure, but all things pure are tainted. The petals of a rose are innocent, delicate; twisting in the wind, captivated by the blissful rhythm of the breeze. But that rose was black, burnt; scorned by the wilderness, the sunrays potent; venomous.

Love is tranquillity; a land of blissful delight, a paradise island on the brink of the world. But there were creatures snipping at the beaches; tsunami's plucking each and every leaf from the trees, drowning homes; belongings, pictures; memories.

Love had lead Harry onto the battleground once again.

The sky was thunderous; a bleak darkness tormenting the clouds, repelling the sunrays; an eerie wind gushing, dusting the pavements with forgotten memories; each speck holding a secret, a whisper in the wind.

Trees towered, trunks tainted by envious twigs, ones too small; too powerless to fight. Ivy poisoning their cores, weeds weeping; a colourless rainbow of flowers whimpering behind their dreary leaves.

"To what do I owe the pleasure, Potter." Lucius snarled, eyes intrigued; a quirk denting his eyebrow, the hairs erratic, sprawled carelessly.

"I just wanted to stop by..." His words were steady, stern, sarcasm seeping from his smirking lips. "...and say hello."

Harry's feet stepped forward, a daring movement; his body edging closer to the lean form of his component.

"Hello."

"You've got some nerve. Have you no respect?" Lucius boomed, bouldering the smaller male; the smirk still steady on his face.

"I don't think respect comes into it, as you know, it's something you earn-well, maybe not. You couldn't even earn Voldemort's respect-"

"Do not speak his name!" The blondes hand shifted, toying with the wand cowering within his cloak; eager sparks spitting from its edges. "You have no right!"

"I like to think that I, more than many people, have the right-"

"Your words are foul, Potter." Harry lightly brushed his hair, flicking the raven flecks upwards, his scar piercing; electrified by the lightening roaring around them. "I am-"

"Be whatever you want, Lucius, but you'll never be the boy who lived." Lucius chuckle, the sound toxic, polluting the air; a bitter ferociousness striking the boy.

"Lived...past tense, Harry-"

"Yet I'm still alive, breathing; having a swell old time, whilst Voldemort is dead." He paused, a twisted hesitation toying with the older man. "Ironic-"

"You're testing my patience-"

"That's the plan-"

"No!" A voice cried; the icy desperation tearing through the air, like beam of light, strong; more powerful than the darkness. "Harry."

"Draco?" The Gryffindor turned, eyes wide; the familiar bounce of blonde tightening his chest. His heartbeat quickened, erratic throbs ringing in his ears. "Wha-"

"What am I doing, what are you doing!" The boy seethed, grey eyes glistening; bright against the clouds, the family colours so starkly different. "You-we agreed you weren't going to do this-"

"I had to!"

"Harry." Hermione whispered, Ron's defeated arm wrapped around her waist; a heavy slouch leaning on his girlfriend. "We had to stop you-"