26 June 2012
Harry Potter fanfic.
I sit here quietly, in a dark alcove. Enjoying the solitude of being unnoticed. I watch students and teachers hurry past.
I pull my sleeve up and glare vehemently at the mark that I had at first been so proud to bear, that had proven itself to be a curse and made my life a misery these past few months.
He had given me the task of killing Dumbledore himself. Such an honour. Auntie Bella would give her wand arm to have been chosen.
But I can't do it. I've tried so many times and failed.
I watch as the last few students scurry to class. Potter and his entourage are among these last few, though he is sauntering rather than scurrying. I can barely think as jealous loathing consumes me. He's laughing. He might be wanted dead by the Dark Lord but at least he isn't trapped in the sticky, stifling shadow that he casts.
I have to do this. If I don't he'll kill me. Even if I succeed I won't be free of the Dark Lord's desolate bonds.
I must return to the room of requirement.
Drarry • Opuss № I