Falling For You

"Draco." The Dark Lord cooed, as he approached the dull shadow, stood, wand raised, in the corner of the astronomy tower. "Good boy, Draco."

"Sir." I acknowledged, not shifting my eyes from the surrendered Dumbledore.

Voldemort smiled – his sly, snake-like face twisting in pleasure. "You always were my favourite."

Gripping my wand tightly, I held my gaze to the headmaster – staring on at me in disappointment.

"Finish him."

I hesitated. My breaths quickening. Suffocating me. I wasn't a killer. Nor was I The Dark Lord's puppet.

"Draco." He pushed – impatient. "Draco!"

I snapped.

"You're just afraid." I choked, tears staining my cheeks as I turned to Voldemort – heart thumping.

He seared – a serpent readying to strike. "What did you say to me?"

Looking about to the empty room, I saw Dumbledore blink, disbelievingly, at me. "I said: you're just afraid."

The Dark Lord froze and when he spoke again; his tone was low and dangerous. "I have no fear."

"Only you are full of fear." I continued, feeling my body burn with adrenalin. "So much, all you can do is hate and kill to keep telling yourself you mean more than everything you are afraid of. To tell yourself you hold the power."

Voldemort smirked, slowly and steadily, as he turned to Dumbledore.

"Do you agree, Albus?" He seethed as he slithered closer him, on the edge of the tower.

"Tom." He admitted. "The scared boy I once knew, is deep down in there somewhere."

Angry, my Lord stalked closer to him – slit eyes flaming:

As he kissed him gently on the lips.

Dumbledore exhaled softly.

"Albus." Voldemort whispered. "I'm not afraid. At least... Not of you."

"So, you say." He returned – an air of coolness in his voice, as he stepped closer to the edge. "I've seen the way you look at me, Riddle. I know your secret."

"You know nothing." I blurted; wand still raised.

Both turned – stunned to see me still stood there.

"The Dark Lord is the beating heart of the magical world. You have nothing compared to his glory."

Voldemort grinned.

Cunning.

"Albus." He began.

But before he could speak further:

Dumbledore had leaned backwards.

Allowing himself to fall from the tower.

As the Dark Lord reached to stop him.

Only seconds too late.

Watching his body fall in a silver stream through the night sky.

Blue cloak flapping in the wind.

Until the mighty thud of ending.

"But I loved you." You-know-who murmured. Dis-heartened.

I stared terrified, down to the small spec of a body in the Hogwarts courtyard. Speechless.

"Draco." He turned back to me, suddenly darkened. "It's time to find our new beginning."

"Sir."

"We will go now."

And this is the turn of blackness.

Everything's changing now.

It will never be the same again.