amand_r

So it always starts with a poem. I swear to go, I try not to do it. Oh hell. And it's about Lucius Malfoy, of all people.

I should just finish that X fic for

arsenic. I bet she'd like that. So would I.

This is your bottle, Lucius--
there was that one time
--Lucius--
when we drank ourselves stupid
--thought Dumbledore'd expel us--
down in the Common Room, the lot of us, and you said
--you said so plainly--
that you were sick of being a parent's good son
--bad sun--
and that you were done with it all
--The Dark, the Light, the hell?--
and then you fell to the floor, laughing, and
Narcissa helped you up,
--we kept your head in check--
and you looked at me and said
--what was I talking about?--

and then that time we went to the docks
--you were sick three times--
and watched the sun rise
on that damned lake, you know where
--that blasted pier, unused, broken--
and you turned to me to say a word
--no sound, no sound--
and I thought for a second, in the brilliant sun burst
--how your son will burst--
that I saw you cry, but it wasn't
--show of fear, no--
it was the light, the light, I swear.