Chapter: 3. Con Te Partiro
Rating/Warnings: PG-13/R for dark situations
Summary: AU. Voldemort won the war many years ago, and this year's Summer Games features a traitor from their midst.
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Draco watched with faux-stoicism as his childhood sweetheart and friend was swallowed by the maze with her lover after refusing to salute Voldemort. His grey eyes were flat and his face impassive.
Inside of him, something finished withering and died, leaving a dark, empty void. He was not even certain of what he had just lost, only that it was no longer there.
Sensing something amiss, his young, arranged-marriage wife, Astoria, put her small hand in his. Her gaze filled with loving understanding; he looked away, unable to take the pity or the love.
Instead he watched his son, Scorpius, as the he played on a clean blanket in the floor of their box seats. The boy happily chased Chocolate Frogs within the safely bespelled confines as his Lord’s game began to the cheering of hundreds. Draco’s stomach—or was it his heart?—constricted painfully, and he felt sick.
Slowly Draco squeezed Astoria’s hand back, tightly enough to hurt like he couldn’t hurt anymore. Her smile never shifted or changed, and neither did his. Two beautiful people with their happy faces firmly put on, lest the world see what the truth—how everything had shattered around them, inside them, until nothing remained of the people they should have been.
The opening of the hedge twitched and slowly grew closed, shivering as the two sides of its twigs met, as if it were savouring the morsels it had just taken into its maw.
A/N: Title is from the song Con Te Partiro (Time to Say Goodbye) by Andrea Bocelli.