+xfirejay || THG/HP AU|| THE REAPING
Itās not going to be youĀ
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Itās not going to be youā¦.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Itā¦canātĀ be you.
Sure, thereās everlastingā¦eĀ t e r n a lĀ Ā Ā gloryā¦.but if you face the facts like aĀ saneĀ personā¦youād know that arena is theĀ last placeĀ youād ever want to be. The last place youād want to go to to prove yourself. The gloryā¦it wouldnāt be worth it, not in the damn slightest.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Deep breath, Dracoā¦itās time to face the crowd.
As the silver eyed wizard tied his emerald tie around his neckā-something that should have taken him a minute no more but the fact he kept loosening it, playing with it with cold, pale, and shaking fingers, informed him it was just a nervous habit if anything. Such a nervous habit.Ā
Oh Salazar, the blondās facade was as though death was the one in the reflection. A deadly fear...creeping up on him like a long, cold finger up the curve of his spine. He tried, oh he tried, to convince himself that itĀ wouldnātĀ be himā¦.but how could he? His nameā-his bloody name written in clear cursive was put in the Goblet of Fire just as everyone elseās was second years and up. Did it matter that he bore a dark mark on his forearm? No. It was Voldemortās reignā-he could care less if you were his favorite brother. The school had to pay for what they had doneā-fighting back at the Battle of Hogwarts. So naturallyā¦.the Triwzard tournament got a sick edge from it's past traditions of proving who was the best. Instead of proving who deserved the gloryā¦
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ----it was who could survive.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā --who could live knowing they killed ones their age
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ---To win.Ā but win what?.
Licking his dry lips, he heard a knock on the door before it flew open and a man was ordering him and the rest of the Slytherins to the Great Hall where the Reaping would begin. Where the fear would bloom; here the facade had to be kept up; where two would be chosen for aĀ massacre.
Ā With a deep breath, he turned and walked easily out the door, pursing his lips and refusing to falter. Years before, he would have gotten up and stated they had no right to boss him aroundā¦that his father would hear of this. He learned if he disobeyed, itād cost him his time and sanityā¦
