+xfirejay || THG/HP AU|| THE REAPING
It’s not going to be you
It’s not going to be you….
It…can’t be you.
Sure, there’s everlasting…e t e r n a l glory….but if you face the facts like a sane person…you’d know that arena is the last place you’d ever want to be. The last place you’d want to go to to prove yourself. The glory…it wouldn’t be worth it, not in the damn slightest.
Deep breath, Draco…it’s time to face the crowd.
As the silver eyed wizard tied his emerald tie around his neck—-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.
Oh Salazar, the blond’s 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 it wouldn’t be him….but how could he? His name—-his bloody name written in clear cursive was put in the Goblet of Fire just as everyone else’s was second years and up. Did it matter that he bore a dark mark on his forearm? No. It was Voldemort’s reign—-he could care less if you were his favorite brother. The school had to pay for what they had done—-fighting back at the Battle of Hogwarts. So naturally….the Triwzard tournament got a sick edge from it's past traditions of proving who was the best. Instead of proving who deserved the glory…
----it was who could survive.
--who could live knowing they killed ones their age
---To win. 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 a massacre.
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 around…that his father would hear of this. He learned if he disobeyed, it’d cost him his time and sanity…
