My Fallen Angel

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One of the many guardians sent from the heavens to bless us.

Plummeted from paradise.

The rebel angel.

The fallen considered evil.

Satan, the devil himself; My Fallen Angel.

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Why are you doing this? What's the point? Are you crazy? You don't know what you're doing. You don't know him. They all told me. But I'll prove them wrong. I always do.

I noticed him a month ago.

.:: Flashback ::.

"Draco!" a kid ran up to him excitedly, revealing the treasure in his hands and beamed with pride.

I squinted my eyes, unable to penetrate the distance to see what the youth was holding out. I don't know what made me look; I don't know what ignited my interest.

The solemn and cold Slytherin grinned at the green robed boy and ruffled the boy's dark hair,

"A true Slytherin!" he congratulated, pushing the boy away jokingly. The youth fixed his hair and ran off to find someone else to show off to.

It was then his façade shattered. The happy, joyful and strong character of the Head Boy and Prince of Slytherin vanished; so did the cold, menacing and conceited git. The only thing left was a silvery blonde shell. He looked completely empty. No emotions showed in his eyes. None.

.:: End of Flashback ::.

I see bags underneath his eyes, if I have the chance to study his face hard enough. His perfect features are under strain, the absence of any flicker of emotion is... disturbing.

If it was difficult to touch his eyes before, it is impossible now. Something about him, when I study his face, screams out impenetrable. In the same way, it also gives off the sense of vulnerability, as opposed to his reputation of being indestructible

The cold Slytherin doesn't show his emotions, but I'm not quite sure if it's because he no longer has any to show. Not even contempt. . He thinks for himself, he always has; now it's as if he doesn't think at all.

It wasn't worth it; why bother? Why try? His eyes tell me whenever I look into them. Like the living dead. He no longer taunts me; no longer cares. He no longer mocks my friends. It is beneath him and he couldn't care less. He is still the commander of Slytherin, the supreme ruler whom they all look up to.

But he is shattered.

I hear his father is locked away in Azkaban. War is taking its toll. Harry almost defeats all the Death Eaters, only for them to reveal their hidden emergency Port Key. Should've known it wasn't that easy. But Harry was Harry; the invincible boy - who has now grown up - hero.

Harry was Malfoy's counterpart; both supreme and indomitable. Both their stars shined brightly on them both; whether I acknowledged it back then or not; they were so alike in their differences. Now Malfoy glows nimbly, his light barely seen. Probably no longer seen, except by me. Harry's light blazes; his peak of everything is upon him.

And so Harry will defeat Voldemort. I am no longer afraid to even say the Dark Lord's name. Harry cures us of our fright. He is carefree, light and - most important of all - he is happy. Harry will defeat the Death Eaters.

Lucius was last in line to leave from the portal, making sure all his subjects were to leave before him. Such act from a Malfoy was so unexpected and rare it made you wonder if he was up to something. Because of that he was caught and sent to Azkaban and the Dementors.

How was Malfoy managing without his father? Surely it wasn't that bad? I heard stories about the sadistic way Malfoys discipline their youths. Expectations and all the emotional and physical abuse needed to achieve them. I'd heard about Pure Blood demands. Surely this wouldn't be something he would miss. Surely.

But apparently not.

One more year and we'll all be out on our own. But there is no we; just he and I. He and I are too different to even be categorized as a we in the same sentence. One more year - probably less - he and I will be our on our own.

Even these circumstances are different. I have the order. I have a hero. I have the side that would win. I have my family.

He has nothing. One more year and I'd leave Hogwarts, but I'd never be completely alone. In less than a year, he'd be all alone. No one deserves that.

I've never noticed it before. I've never noticed him before.

Everyone was suffering.

Especially him.

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