Spin | By : ElectricAndroid Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1007 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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TITLE: Spin
RATING: Rish for twistedness
not porn
PAIRING: None
SUMMARY: A series of photographs
WARNING: Just for disturbing content - thanks to gigiaiko
for the beta
Spin
One
Blue tipped fingers and a goblet lying on the floor. Hard,
coarse woodgrain and the soft splat of a hand.
Line it up, point, shoot.
People always complimented me on that shot, that last malingering twitch of
death.
Draco Malfoy was no more.
Two
Funeral blacks, and the spattering drops of rain on coffins. The gentle
tracing of the palanquin until the mud is so slippery underfoot that the
pallbearers can barely keep their balance. A foot slides out, and the shutter
clicks down.
Harry Potter, glasses askew, hair asunder, on his knees, water running down his
face.
Hands on the coffin of his enemy.
The single shot that broke the boy who lived.
Three
Articles. Articles in the Prophet and the Quibbler –
articles on the purported, the alleged union between Potter and Malfoy. Articles for
homosexuality,* against it. Articles both lauding and
condemning the boy who lived.
Rumors abound – Harry is taken before the Wizengamot. Was the Malfoy
scion’s suicide really his fault?
Click. Harry refusing to take veritaserum
- a single shot of him with that snide, Malfoyesque
sneer on his face.
Nothing is proven, no evidence either way, and the case remains open.
More and more people are convinced when Ginny leaves him.
Four
The clack of a silent shutter closing, and Potter’s
fate is sealed. Drunk, disheveled,
and in the apex of a fight at the Leaky Cauldron.
The next day’s edition sells like hotcakes, and I get a raise.
Who is to know that the man behind the bar had just called Ginny a whore, as
the text insinuates that Harry had propositioned him mere moments before.
Five
My private collection – boxes and stacks and cartons
and crates of photographs.
All of them Potter.
So he would not have me – did not want me? Because I was a boy, wasn’t it?
Picking up the camera for one final picture.
Harry lying dead, drunk and frozen on a pavement outside the
Leaky Cauldron.
I showed him.
The rest was all just spin.
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