Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Marionette ❯ Marionette ( One-Shot )

 

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, and the song is not mine as well. I am dong this purely for entertainment purposes.

 

Yes, this is a rather horrible story, but I need to post it somewhere or my friend will castrate me. (Impossible! I' a girl.) I apologize if there are any mistakes in this. And if some things don't make sense. It's just a rambling it is nearly 3:00 am here. And I am dreadfully tired. Anyways, enjoy the story.

 

 

Journal Entry: 11 of August, 1995

 

I am just a doll. Made perfect by every interfering voice. And every nosy hand. Just a doll that people control with strings. I don't know, why. But it seems that I am a perfect little specimen. Made even better by the wonders of science. I am a marionette that is lead dancing across a marble stage by invisible strings. Strings that decide my every move. My every word. Everything. I am perfect. I am infallible. Strong, Willful, Generous, and Smart. Perfect. All because of my invisible strings.

Fate is fate; it cannot be resisted
Meetings and partings repeat endlessly
The place I've journeyed to the ends of time to find
Is the place where reality sinks into the darkness

If only the strings would disappear. Maybe then I could lead my own life. Holding my own strings instead of leaving them in the hands of others to control. But who was I to say who could and couldn't control me? I am but a doll. I have no say whatsoever. No matter what I do, until the day I die I will never hold the strings to my own life. My own heart.

Bear your pains, shed your tears
Bodies touch bodies at last, yet soon
The memories that startle them into trembling
Flow away into an eternal spring and disappear

I have no pain. No tears. Only a deep longing that resides deep down in my chest. A longing to see the world without my rose colored lens. A longing to look at the deep nature I am forbidden to venture within. My memories. That is a simple deal. I only remember anything from my doll years. Nothing before that. Because of course. God forbid I do something the strings don't like.

Aa, this sadness which blurs into invisibility
I am a doll
A perfect doll
My heart is my own to do with as I please
So, I won't accept it
No matter what she says, I won't accept it

I am scared. Terrified, really. What would I do if I wasn't being commanded anymore. I wouldn't know what to do considering I don't remember anything on how to lead my life, and what to do with myself. I have no choice but to follow the strings like a dancing marionette. Gracefully accepting anything that comes along the way.

The end is the end, knowing no forgiveness
Though my words and feelings are in disarray,
Meanings and definitions are all dismantled
In a miracle that connects the past to the future

I have come to accept that I will never grasp my own strings or even touch them. So I hope. I wish that my father treats his son's marionette strings well.

 

Sincerely,

Draco Malfoy