Dea Artio: Harry Potter is J.K.R. property, but that is my original text, translated from french by my dear friend Baaldr

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Draco Malfoy

Two hours, two hours now that he was watching the mirror with ecstasy.

Two hours, two hours that he was praying for it to be true.

Two hours, two hours now that he was clamping his arm tightly.

Two hours, two hours now that he was pressing the dark mark.

Two hours, two hours now that it was really painful.

Two hours, two hours now that his sleeve was raised.

Two hours, two hours now that the bandage normally covering his arm rested on the floor.

Two hours, two hours now that in front of him, in the mirror,

His reflect was smiling, mocking,

With his hand reaching his own arm, a blank one.

Draco fell on the floor, the pain was too strong.

Draco started to cry, the mark will never leave him.

Draco cried, the fear will always stay with him.

Draco looked at his reflect, and the reflection smiled at him.

Draco was sure, the reflection was mocking.

Draco wanted to break it, but Draco never could.

Because the reflection in the mirror, the hateful reflection, was all the thing Draco desired.

Because the reflection in the mirror, the hateful reflection, wasn't wearing the mark.

Because the reflection in the mirror, the hateful reflection, wasn't the one watched with heinous glare.

Because the reflection in the mirror, the hateful reflection, didn't know what war was.

And Draco Malfoy envied it.

He envied it so badly that he would've given everything, to pass on the other side of the mirror.