Shape of My Heart

by Atlantica
 
 
 

Draco was standing near the lake. In the palm of his hand was a little picture of a nice looking,
16 year old girl. Sadness flowed over him. Why did it have to come this far?
 

Baby, please try to forgive me
Stay here don't put out the glow
Hold me now don't bother
If every minute it makes me weaker
You can save me from the man that I've become, oh yeah
 

How could I have thought that he would make me a greater man? How could I have thought
that he was going to rule the world? I don’t know. That’s my answer. I can’t make up the losses
I’ve caused in so many happy families. All the killings. Just for him. Only for him.
 

Lookin' back on the things I've done
I was tryin' to be someone
I played my part
And kept you in the dark
Now let me show you the shape of my heart
 

He hadn’t liked love. He saw the people around him fall in love. Pansy with Crabbe, how
unbelievable it may seem. Love makes you weak, love makes you soft. That was something
he didn’t need. Love. And still… Her face, shattered with tears when she cried over her
best friends dead body. Weasel, as he called him so many times. From her stories, he had
understand how brave and loyal Ron had been. How kind and loving. Draco regretted that
he missed his chance to know him. Sadness is the only thing left, he thought.
 

Sadness is beautiful
Loneliness is tragical
So help me I can't win this war, oh no
Touch me now don't bother
If every second it makes me weaker
You can save me from the man I've become
 

Draco wished he could hold her just one more time. One more. One chance to start his whole
life again. Not become the man he was now, but to be a person with real friends, not people
who shiver in fear when they see him. Only because of the bloodshed. He still heard her last
words. "Don’t let me die for nothing Dragonheart! Draco, defeat him! For me.." After that, her
voice broke, and she would never be able to speak again.
 

Lookin' back on the things I've done
I was tryin' to be someone
I played my part
And kept you in the dark
Now let me show you the shape of my heart
 

Draco put the picture in his pocket and walked away from the lake.

"Voldemort!!! Where are you?" he yelled in rage. "Come here, killer! You killed my innocence,
but you won’t kill me! I have a confession to make!"
 

I'm here with my confession
Got nothin' to hide no more
I dont know where to start
But to show you the shape of my heart
 

"What is wrong, my dear Draco? Aren’t you happy yet? Do you need some more money, more
women?" Voldemorts voice sounded so powerfull and dark, he could hardly resist the offer.

"You won’t get me! Never! Like I said, I have a confession to make! And you won’t like it."

"Tell me. I’m listening."

"I won’t be your toy anymore. You won’t use ME for your evil goals anymore. Or anyone else
for that matter. I’ll destroy you. I hate you with all that’s left of my heart, the part you haven’t
ripped out when you killed my Herm, my love, my life, my sun and my star. The part you couldn’t
rip out when you made me kill all those people. I never believed in you, Voldemort. And I am not
longer fearing you."
 

I'm lookin' back on things I've done
I never wanna play the same old part
I'll keep you (keep you in the dark) in the dark
Now let me show you the shape of my heart
 

"Very brave, Draco. I guess that you leave my side now, won’t you?"

"He already did."

"Harry! What are you doing here? I thought that you blamed me for her death!"

"I did. Once. But I heard you talking to this creature, and now I believe you. Let’s get this over
with."

"Right."

On the cliff, two immense lightflashes could be seen. Then, the cliff exploded. Voldemort was
pinned to the ground with a sharp piece of rock. Draco was nowhere to be seen. Harry was
badly injured, but not so bad that he couldn’t scream for help. When the help finally arrived from
Hogwarts, Voldemort had died. Harry searched everywhere for Draco, and finally found him 3
meters beneath him, on a small ridge. With help from Dumbledore, they lifted him up. He was
in a critical position.
 

Lookin' back on the things I've done
I was tryin' to be someone (tryin' to be someone)
I played my part
Kept you in the dark
Now let me show (Now let me show you the true)
you the shape (shape of my heart) of my heart

Lookin' back on the things I've done
I was tryin' to be someone
I played my part
And kept you in the dark
Now let me show you the shape of

Show you the shape of my heart
 

Draco lifted his eyes up. My head hurts, he thought.

"Welcome back in the land of the living," he heard Harry say.

"She is avenged. He is no more."

"Draco? Stay with us. Hang on. Please." Harry almost begged him. But he felt his time running
out. He was going to be dead soon. Then he would finally know some peace.

Why was someone shaking him? Why wouldn’t they let him die in peace?

"Draco! Hang on, I say! Don’t leave us. You defeated the evil lord. Now don’t die. Our world
needs you. Your Hermione wouldn’t have wanted you to die after battle. She would’ve wanted
you to live so you could tell everyone. "

Hermione? Yes, he was right. She would’ve wanted him to live. She gave her life for him. Now
he should live to tell her story. And he opened his eyes.