by Imhotep Ardeth Bey

Note from Rebers: To review this, go here. It is a really pretty fic and deserves reviews. ^-^ Draco Malfoy stared out into the rainy darkness of the strangely cold, October night before him. His pondering somehow had gotten the better of him, that night. So many evenings before he had thought of this, but only this night had he thought.

"Can you hear me, father? Can you hear me in your deep, molding prison? It is you who brought yourself there."

May the light
Illuminate the night, the way your spirit
Illuminates my soul

"I used to look up to you, father. When did you think you would be caught? In Azkaban, do you ever ponder how terribly some people may miss you? It is not as though you miss them back..."

Footsteps pacing, angry eyes darting to the window for some sort of hurried answer. A nod at the silence of the inanimate object.

"Did you ever care, for one moment, that perhaps...I needed you more than Lord Voldemort ever would? Did you ever for one moment...notice?"

Papa, can you hear me?
Papa, can you see me?
Papa, can you find me in the night?

"The one moment I needed you, father, for...well what would it matter what I needed you for? The point is, you were not there. You were off with...THEM!"

A crash echoeing throughout the empty bed chamber as glass hit the floor with a purpose force. A cry of frustration.

"But you were NEVER there!"

Papa, are you near me?
Papa, can you hear me?
Papa, can you help me not be frightened?

"What...what do I do, now that you're not here? Do I...go to Dumbledore, crawling on my knees and begging for the mercy he is sure to bestow upon me? Or should I stay where I am, unharmed but soon to be?"

A curt nod torwards the window once again.

"Why won't you ANSWER me?!"

Looking at the skies,
I seem to see a million eyes
Which ones are yours?

Another shattered glass article, now at Draco's feet.

"Do you look into the sky, as I do, every night, wondering if I am looking into the sky at that moment? Would it be coincidence, that you and I, were looking into the same sky, each thinking the exact same? I don't know what you want from me, father, I don't know what you expect me to do. You left me with no orders, instructions."

He slowly made his way back out to the window, staring out once again with curiosity at the lightning flashes, and quiet rumblings of thunder in the distance.

"You have left me alone, with no options but the one I am considering."

Where are you now
that yesterday has waved good-bye
and closed its doors?

"Will you escape? Many Death-Eaters have done so. The Minsitry, petty fools they are, have no clue all Death-Eaters fall under the category of illegal, unregistered Animagi, and could escape easily. But will you return, once you have escaped? Will you return to your lost, confused son?"

Silence, with a background clap of violent thunder.

"You leave me no choice. Why won't you answer me?"

The night is so much darker;
the wind is so much colder
The world I see is so much bigger now that I'm alone

"What will I do without you to protect me? I will be nothing. A NOTHING! A nothing in the presence of many. How do you expect me...I...you have protected me all my life...now there is no one. I must have someone...someone to...run to..."

The door handle rattles, but no one approaches. Who would? There is a boy, talking to empty space in this very room. But is it empty space? Perhaps there is another in this atmosphere...many dwell an invisibility cloak...and be payed rich rewards for hearing some sort of Death Eater buisness. Many years with his father had made him slightly paranoid...

Papa, please forgive me
Try to understand me
Papa, don't you know I had no choice?

Thunder claps, and lightning brightens the dark room that dead candles blackened depressingly, making the feelings of sadness washing over Draco no less than they had been the many days before he had mused to no one, or perhaps, someone.

"I have no other choices, no other options, father. Dumbledore is the only one left whom I may confide in. He is the only one who can help me now. Lord Voldemort...Lord Voldemort will never rule. Your short, inflicted life was a useless one, to pointlessly worship a losing god. POINTLESS!"

Another shard of glass, broken upon the hardwood floor. The piles crunched underneath Draco's heavily pacing boots.

Can you hear me praying;
anything I'm saying?
Even though the night is filled with voices...

"You are out there, unaware that there are those who need you more than your selfish ruling idol. But do you listen? Would you care? Absolutly not."

A discusted shaking of his head, again turning away from the window.

I remember everything you taught me;
every book we've ever read

"You taught me so much...but for what? For the simple pride of a family full of judgemental purebloods...and even worst? A family full of DEATH-EATERS! Would that make you proud, to have a family full of EVIL, killing monsters?! Would that satisfy you?!"

Another glass added to the shards on the floor.

"I was never alloud to enjoy...what others could. And you, you made it so I was unlike any other. I was always meaner, always quicker, always keener in duels than any others in my age group and beyond! And for what?! For you!"

A flaming, flushed forhead against the plexiglass of the window.

"But that did not stop you from doing what you did..."

And all the words in all the books
Help me to face what lies ahead

"Pointless!" A swing against the plexiglass, but the glass is too strong. All that remains is bloody knuckles.

"You told me that you learned them...that is the only reason that I wished to know it. You were successful...you worked for those airheaded ministry members! Why did you blow it in one SOLID movement, but revealing yourself to kill that one, solitary mudblood. You are foolish!"

The trees are so much taller;
and I feel so much smaller
The moon is twice as lonely
And the stars are half as bright

"My life feels useless with no purpose, my life feels...alone without someone to follow. But who to follow is my question? To be a Death-Eater is...something I could never do. But to follow in Dumbledore's oh-so-idol footsteps would be...such a large change...and oh, the dishonor I would cause you, father! It's now that I am, for one moment, glad you are not here listening to my confused rants."

Again, the forehead rests upon the plexiglass, staring out into the dark, raining, cold night.

"Mother, she cannot function without you, father. Her new to come hobby consists of following around the house-elves, correcting all of their 'mistakes'. It began to frighten me, father, how she sat in small rooms with black candles lit and murmered to herself. But now, look at me, father! I have resorted to the exact same fate! Cursed!

Again, an attempt to punch the plexiglass window. The already bloodied knuckles turn bloodier.

"You have left me in a most disturbing state, I'm sure you would agree. Small and alone, confused. How could you do this to me?"

Papa, how I love you
Papa, how I need you
Papa, how I miss you kissing me
Goodnight

"Draco?" Blaise. Blaise Zabini. Yes. Friend.

"Yes, Blaise?" Turn quickly. Do not let him suspect.

"I heard you talking...to, yourself. I thought maybe you'd want to go to the kitchens for...hot chocolate?"

A small nod, closed eyes.

"I'll be there in a minute, Blaise." This earning a confused look from Blaise, but nonetheless, the boy turned and left.

Turning back to the window, eyes averted to the hazy ground below.

"I have always loved you, father. What I wonder is, did you love me?"

"Draco!" Blaise's voice.

"Goodnight, father."