Everything stopped in that instant. The moment that death claimed her prize and the lifeless body fell to the floor. Everything stopped. Harry's heart stopped beating, his train of thought came slamming to a halt. No more spells or strategies to counter his duels. Everything melded together. His muscles gave way, strained from the tireless battle. He was so tired of fighting, so ready for it to end. He found himself kneeling next to the lifeless body of his last remnant of family. Rage and despair flooded his mind. Intertwining and warring for control. Rage demanding payment for the ones he lost while Despair invited him to stay close, clutching tightly, the empty shell that lay before him. Glancing down at his godfather, Guilt joined Rage and Despair. Guilt whispered in his ear, telling him wordlessly that this had been his fault. If he had done as told and stayed put, then Sirius would not have met his end. His Rage swelled, targeting his heart and adding to Guilt. Rage insisted that he had no other choice but now he himself was only to blame.
The moment of control had come and gone. His silence shattered at the words that sang through his ears and tore at his heart. "I KILLED SIRIUS BLACK!" stained his mind. He told his Guilt and Rage that he had not been the one to fire the spell but Guilt and Despair chimed in unison, insisting that he had set the target firmly on his friends, his family, all that he loved and now Death had collected.
"I KILLED SIRIUS BLACK!" the words echoed soundlessly through his mind, scarring his soul. The words were not his but he shared in the guilt of their declaration.
Rage itched at its restraints, begging to be let loose, to enact his darkest thoughts, to punish those who had taken from him what little he had left. To finally find some release.
Rage spilled over his mind, feeding from Guilt and delighting in Despair. Rage whispered sweet nothings in Harry's ear. Promises of all he would do to sew shut the gaping whole that had been gouged into his soul. It promised deliverance of those who rightfully deserved to burn on Deaths doorstep. All he had to do was relinquish control. Give up his last inch of restraint and give in tenfold what the world had dealt him. It promised an end to everything Harry hated, no more dark lord, no more death eaters, vengeance for his family, for his friends, for a childhood of which he had been robbed.
It promised Harry the protection he desired, the comfort he deserved. Guilt and Despair sided with Rage, they whispered for their release.
An echoing scream that spoke of Rage, layered with guilt and laced in Despair, tore itself from Harry's shaking body. The contract had been revoked, his restraint released.
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From the moment that Bellatrix Lestrange had roared the killing curse to Harry falling to his knees at Sirius' lifeless side, the air had changed, pregnant with a power that only those who knew The Boy Who Lived had ever felt. To an outsider it would look like a momentary standstill between warring factions while a boy grieved, but something spoke danger to everyone in the immediate vicinity. The silent reprieve had held until the witch sang "I KILLED SIRIUS BLACK!". Proudly she danced before aiming her wand at the weeping child.
At the realization of what was to occur, many from the light sprang to action. Spells died on the lips of the many as the air turned violent and explosive.
A/N: So it's been quite a while since I've put anything on here. been reading tons but not really contributing. so this is something to wet your appetite. if you like it, let me know and there will be more. )