Legacy
Characters/Pairing: Harry/Draco
Word Count: 241
A/N: The word was "legacy," and as is custom the fic has barely anything obvious to do with it. It's H/D of course, but written from Draco's POV, which I barely ever do. I suppose Draco is a ghost in it, although it could just be that everyone else he cared about has died in the war. There's one Sectumsempra reference (in which I stole borrowed a theme from someone who I don't remember) but otherwise I believe it's just general references that could refer to anywhere in their lives, canon or what hasn't yet come to pass.
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I remember how you looked on that day. I couldn't put words to it, even then. I still can't. But I have you, in my own way. I have you like no one else will ever have you, for I remember. I've always remembered, though the rivers of time have long since dried.
Immortality is indeed a curse.
I lingered on the edges of your life, never seen but through filters of hate and harsh glares of jade light. When I looked into your eyes I fell in love with their beauty, and how I couldn't tell the difference between what you were and what you were trying to avoid.
The lines were never defined.
My fingers traced over the divisions of my life, blurred and ignorant and somehow infused with your essence. Never physically marked, you changed my life in a way that you couldn't possibly understand. Not with words or spells or actions or heroics. I don't believe you'd want to understand, even if I had a chance to explain to you the depths of my being.
You always recoiled from darkness.
Influenced by it, molded from its very foundations, you tried your hardest to rid yourself of it, never understanding that you can't escape. Your anger was never controlled, your instincts always animalistic. I was always fascinated by you, how you built your life on contradictions and hypocrisies and called yourself noble.
No one ever noticed your flaws.
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Okay, so I know there's no ending, and I tried to finish it, but I think I just got sick of it, not having any idea what I was writing about anyway. This is what I had (which in itself, ironically, isn't completed).
"Seen through eyes that hold that no emotion, truth can be found if one cares to look. I remember the truth, through time and death and victory and love. I remember how you disregarded all,".
So yeah. What can I say? I haven't written in ages.
Oh, and in case any were wondering (I doubt it [God, what an overuse of parentheses in this post]) the cut text is from "Alexander." One of the best lines from one of the best scenes that I just can't get out of my head. In other words, completely irrelevant to the post.
Word Count: 241
A/N: The word was "legacy," and as is custom the fic has barely anything obvious to do with it. It's H/D of course, but written from Draco's POV, which I barely ever do. I suppose Draco is a ghost in it, although it could just be that everyone else he cared about has died in the war. There's one Sectumsempra reference (in which I stole borrowed a theme from someone who I don't remember) but otherwise I believe it's just general references that could refer to anywhere in their lives, canon or what hasn't yet come to pass.
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I remember how you looked on that day. I couldn't put words to it, even then. I still can't. But I have you, in my own way. I have you like no one else will ever have you, for I remember. I've always remembered, though the rivers of time have long since dried.
Immortality is indeed a curse.
I lingered on the edges of your life, never seen but through filters of hate and harsh glares of jade light. When I looked into your eyes I fell in love with their beauty, and how I couldn't tell the difference between what you were and what you were trying to avoid.
The lines were never defined.
My fingers traced over the divisions of my life, blurred and ignorant and somehow infused with your essence. Never physically marked, you changed my life in a way that you couldn't possibly understand. Not with words or spells or actions or heroics. I don't believe you'd want to understand, even if I had a chance to explain to you the depths of my being.
You always recoiled from darkness.
Influenced by it, molded from its very foundations, you tried your hardest to rid yourself of it, never understanding that you can't escape. Your anger was never controlled, your instincts always animalistic. I was always fascinated by you, how you built your life on contradictions and hypocrisies and called yourself noble.
No one ever noticed your flaws.
---
Okay, so I know there's no ending, and I tried to finish it, but I think I just got sick of it, not having any idea what I was writing about anyway. This is what I had (which in itself, ironically, isn't completed).
"Seen through eyes that hold that no emotion, truth can be found if one cares to look. I remember the truth, through time and death and victory and love. I remember how you disregarded all,".
So yeah. What can I say? I haven't written in ages.
Oh, and in case any were wondering (I doubt it [God, what an overuse of parentheses in this post]) the cut text is from "Alexander." One of the best lines from one of the best scenes that I just can't get out of my head. In other words, completely irrelevant to the post.