Monologue

A Monologue by Virginia Malfoy nee Weasley

Ginny has just awoken from to see her husband dead, with an empty vial of poison in his hands. She owls her Hermione, before lying down on the bed next to Draco.

My sweet Draco, taken too soon by the withered hand of death. Fate has played us both for fools. Why, cruel fate, did you have to take him from me so soon? I, his wife of only a few months, am now his widow.

What is this? Poison! You look so angelic. There is no sign on your face of the true poison that killed you, Voldemort’s bitter hate. The fight has separated us, created a boundary not even I can cross. Not even our love can cross the threshold of death.

I remember the first time we really talked. You were so naïve and sweetly teasing. Love at first sight – I scoffed at the notion until I met you. Our hearts, our minds, our very souls were so similar I could barely tell where I ended and you began.

It shocked me. How could I love a Malfoy, especially during this time. I cursed Fate that night as I curse it again tonight. I was sure I hated all Malfoys, yet I knew what I felt for you wasn’t hate.

How could my one true love be from a family mine hated with unequaled passion?

Yet there you were. You heard my heart’s wishes yet you didn’t use it against me. Instead of ridicule and unbridled hate you gave me sweet understanding and honest love. Then you talked of marriage. I trusted you and you didn’t let me down.

Then Harry died. You two were as close as brothers. So you faced Voldemort. You never told me what happened. It changed you. You killed him but he destroyed everything that made me fall in love with you. He killed you as though it was his hands that had brewed that potion instead of yours.

I hope the angels can heal you, my broken angel.

I am as a fox caught in a trap. The pain of seeing your death-kissed face is like fire through my veins. It burns me slowly and no one sees. No one wants to see. You always saw me but know I have no one.

Are you looking down on me from heaven, my own sweet angel? Let me fly with you, fly in eternity. In heaven, there will be no feud, no hate, just peace, an eternity of peace for us to love each other.

Wait for me my protecting, loving angel.

My family won’t understand, can’t understand. They are too blinded by their hate to see what is right in front of them. Do they even notice me?

Sometimes I wonder how it would be different if Harry hadn’t died. Would he have killed Voldemort? Would we still in love? Would you be alive?

It doesn’t matter now. We cannot change the past, only the future. A pity I did not ask Snape for a new potion, a poison. How am I supposed to live, when my love is dead and my heart dead with him? How am I supposed to die when suicide is a sin?

Yet so were our chaste kisses when we first met, so was our secret marriage, so was disobeying our fathers, so was letting you fight Voldemort without me. I don’t care if I have to burn in hell. Your love is worth that and more.

Your wand, so beautiful, is designed for such a simple, primitive act. It is powerful. Our father’s hate cannot separate us in death.

I’m at peace, for the first time in so long. Bitter irony isn’t it? The cold emptiness of death is my only comfort after your warm love.

Forgive me my Lord.

I love you Draco, for eternity and more. Rest in peace my angel.

Avada Kedavra

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