15 Rules Of Frustration

Dote [Harry Potter]

Title: Dowry
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,000 words (Google Docs)
Summary: " Calesco ." Caligo. Ignesco. The prison where Draco lives are never the same. Written for

janetmourfaaill during the first round of aste a  help_haiti . Ispirata parzialmente alla poesia 'Escape' di Emily Tesh. Un enorme ringraziamento a G. per l'aiuto ♥


Dote

Escape
Emily Tesh

This house is too well-known to me. It creaks
In high winds when the ocean blows them in.
It murmurs to itself. I hear the thin
Soft whispers of its voice pour through the leaks.
I think you hear them too. These old walls seek
To hem us like the mountains, pen us in.
The shore is where the prison-wall begins
And on the land the light is grey and weak.
But water catches sunbeams where they fall,
Reflects them back again all dizzy-bright
With split-gold meanings: 'You could still be free.'
It's true – though, for a little while, let's stall,
And watch the sea-birds circle to gain height
Where cliffs divide the sunlight from the sea.

" Caligo ," sogna, in lettere chiare e nitide che sbiadiscono alla luce dell'alba.

La sua vita sarebbe potuta andare in questo modo:

La casa che lo tiene prigioniero scricchiola ad ogni passo che compie.


" Ignesco ," feels. Time stands still and turns her world, but when it starts to breathe fire burned the walls and eat the drapes that cover the pictures and portraits.

has cold hands, seven years his wand is ashes, and his fingers shaking (white, thin. Bony) around a draft of hot air.

closes his eyes and inhales.

Things started to go wrong when Narcissa began to cry. Draco is not sure, a little 'why Draco was never sure of anything, and a little' because Narcissa was never allowed to cry in front of Draco. It is composed and regal and Draco loves you do not care how he never wanted before: a crack and its general view is filled with colors that never have noticed.

shaking hands around a rod made of strings of a dragon and walnut; awaits. Keep an eye on his mother and the other on the door that closed.

A subtle scent of marigolds is spread in the air.

The smell of burning fills the nostrils of a sudden. (The status of the senses of Draco is uncertain, as uncertain is the situation where it is.) Her eyelids flicker and his breathing becomes rapid.

slid ground, with a handful of words that can not grasp and a box of memories he lost in the flames.

"I took you in my arms and rocked, and the heat they gave off your baby's skin was enough to keep me warm ..."

Calendula blooms once every month in the summer. Its petals are a common ingredient in many teas, but its leaves (tender and discolored) that attract the most attention: Thought to be one of the main ingredients of a legendary love potion from the eastern origins .. .

" Caligo ," dreams, and when the warm rays of the sun still low fails to heat face, opens his eyes and finds himself in the dark.

His life may be going well:

The prison that is being measured in the infinite past is full of niches and corners.
When he tries to stop or slow down new niches and new angles appear: and, when the idea pops into the mind, it's counting [keeps count of the niches and corners] carefully, for lack of other things to do.

Draco takes a pile of barrels of calendula to his left, a pile of leaves, calendula right, and a third pile of marigold petals in front of him, the marigold petals were crushed with a mortar. His

mother sat where I am now the petals of calendula.

Sometimes, when the insomnia without taking on his mind, Draco feels vaguely remember things silly, improbable or ridiculous: things like a house, and a sky.

The sky above Hogwarts has lost its stars.

" Ignesco ," she whispers, and the castle come to life and fire rings with laughter in the void that is disappearing little by little, and Draco shuddered. Shaking hands into fists and trembling: the feeling of helplessness is familiar.

He drinks water from cupped hands. It has the tangled locks of hair falling on her face, and although attempts and tries again, fails to fully offset.

When Narcissa goes to sleep, never completely. Draco realizes it almost immediately: the sense of alert does not abandon him, and apparently even she can not let go.


(In reality things continue this way:

Draco can not calm down. The panic has instilled in his mind and his volatile temperament and naturally anxious does not help to reassure him about anything. His ability ; of psychological balance have never been honed at their best, and Draco did not even hope to be able to achieve any semblance of spiritual tranquility; hope is something that can only make those who still have something to hold on.

His mother died quietly in his arms, in a pose typically derisive and currently agonizing.)


Draco begins to grow tired of surviving, but it never ceases to be: this is one of the pitfalls that stand in ' dark mass in which they are gathered all his personal flaws, not ever bring out the task it set itself. Never arrive at the finish sighted; participate but not win.

burn scars but it means having to die, or at least, this is the definition more Draco is close to the experience that experience the hard way (in his own skin) and that will never be able to make fully with words that can not let it escape.

"You still have the chance to be free," he said with a whisper and suffused with the smell of orange blossoms.

(There are spells worse than a flash of green light.)

The house keeps him prisoner is a mausoleum. (The mausoleum that holds him captive is an abandoned shack.) The floor creaks and walking routes on which roses are moth. Moving, hang up his boots once every three in the clothes too long who removed a man dying.

there anything I should grab (an explanation, clarification, an intricate and convoluted reasoning), but it escapes any time he thinks he arrived at the conclusion of the history of which is joined.

" Caligo ," he says, and the cage that closes a dream turns into a dull green color.

sleep has a certain satisfying quality that has never been able to understand completely. He never voiced his thoughts on the matter, because he had no reason to do so, and now he can not do nothing but sleep, fails to re-float the reasons why he never went to sleep not a genius, and this bothers him less than it should.

" Calesco ."