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May 30, 2013


I watched him fall, I could not raise a hand—
a ragdoll, dimly lit by skull and snake,
he fell, already dead, a broken man—
I could not raise a hand, no movement make.
And yet, was I not first upon the scene?
It was to be my crowning act, to prove,
to show my worth; but no—the jet of green
came not from out my wand: I could not move.
Loud voices blurred around me: “Draco, now!”
“Do it, or stand aside so one of us—”
Without a word, he strode right through the crowd,
and did the deed, eyes flashing: Severus.

Yes, pity not the dead; but those who live,
and above all, those who have naught to give.

One Comment leave one →
  1. May 30, 2013 5:53 pm

    Poor draco…

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