Hush, Hush, Hush
All characters belong to J.K. Rowling and are borrowed for recreational use only. Send all comments to ExemplarPiaculum@hotmail.com, or AIM me at ExemplarPiaculum.
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I've decided to abandon my normal style of writing, and this is more or less the result. Enjoy.
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All characters belong to J.K. Rowling and are borrowed for recreational use only. Send all comments to ExemplarPiaculum@hotmail.com, or AIM me at ExemplarPiaculum.
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I've decided to abandon my normal style of writing, and this is more or less the result. Enjoy.
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Pale light shined trough the bay
window of the nursery, sun reflecting off of the entirety of the moon. All
except a tiny sliver of the celestial being was illuminated as a tall, dark
man held his son tightly to his chest, empty eyes focused upon the child's
sleeping features.
"There will come a time when you will know the truth," he spoke softly, a tightness filling his throat with each word. "Until then, revel in ignorance and be thankful you aren't ready."
With agonizingly slow steps, he walked past the still form of the woman he had once considered his destiny. He averted his eyes, struggling to keep himself under control as he made his way out of the nursery and down the steps of the large manner that now reeked with the stench of death.
The man stepped over his rival's lifeless body with a shake of his head, torn between pity of the loss of such a formidable opponent and silent gloating, knowing he was the one left standing after ten years of fighting. He walked out of the still-open door, into the front garden where the faintly audible roar of an engine could be heard. With an unblinking stare, he turned his gaze up toward the distant motorbike, an expression of disgust tugging at the muscles in his face.
"Until Hogwarts," he whispered to the child once more, as he looked back down toward the sleeping boy, laying him carefully on a soft patch of dirt and grass. Gently, he reached out to touch the boy's bleeding forehead, an instant flash of empathy filling his veins as he brought his bloodied fingers to his lips, tasting the coppery liquid he had helped create against his tongue.
"I love you, son," he whispered once more in a voice filled with the deepest regret. With a final look toward the boy, he turned back toward the manner, harsh words forming around his tongue and leaving his lips, and his wand flickered over toward the proudly standing structure. With a massive sound that rang throughout the air surrounding father and son, the building immediately collapsed in a final burial of the two lost souls still inside.
"Hush," the man said gently as his son's cries began to echo in the darkness of the night. Without another word, he closed his eyes and with a pop, went back to the place where he belonged.
"There will come a time when you will know the truth," he spoke softly, a tightness filling his throat with each word. "Until then, revel in ignorance and be thankful you aren't ready."
With agonizingly slow steps, he walked past the still form of the woman he had once considered his destiny. He averted his eyes, struggling to keep himself under control as he made his way out of the nursery and down the steps of the large manner that now reeked with the stench of death.
The man stepped over his rival's lifeless body with a shake of his head, torn between pity of the loss of such a formidable opponent and silent gloating, knowing he was the one left standing after ten years of fighting. He walked out of the still-open door, into the front garden where the faintly audible roar of an engine could be heard. With an unblinking stare, he turned his gaze up toward the distant motorbike, an expression of disgust tugging at the muscles in his face.
"Until Hogwarts," he whispered to the child once more, as he looked back down toward the sleeping boy, laying him carefully on a soft patch of dirt and grass. Gently, he reached out to touch the boy's bleeding forehead, an instant flash of empathy filling his veins as he brought his bloodied fingers to his lips, tasting the coppery liquid he had helped create against his tongue.
"I love you, son," he whispered once more in a voice filled with the deepest regret. With a final look toward the boy, he turned back toward the manner, harsh words forming around his tongue and leaving his lips, and his wand flickered over toward the proudly standing structure. With a massive sound that rang throughout the air surrounding father and son, the building immediately collapsed in a final burial of the two lost souls still inside.
"Hush," the man said gently as his son's cries began to echo in the darkness of the night. Without another word, he closed his eyes and with a pop, went back to the place where he belonged.
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Long white arms
Losing their strength and form
Sixty year man on twenty year old skin
Skeleton, your eyes have lost their warmth
Look to your father for some support
Hush hush hush
Says your daddy's touch
Sleep sleep sleep
Says the hundredth sheep
Peace peace peace
May you go in peace
Cruel joke you waited so long to show
The one that you wanted wasn't a girl
All your life you kept it hidden inside
Now when you step
You stumble
You die
Hush hush hush
Says your daddy's touch
Sleep sleep sleep
Says the hundredth sheep
Peace peace peace
May you go in peace
Oh maybe next time
You'll be Henry the VIII
Wake up tomorrow, Alexander the Great
Open your eyes in a new life again
Oh maybe next time
You'll be given a chance
Hush hush hush
Hush hush hush
Hush hush hush
Hush hush hush
Hush... *
*Paula Cole, Hush Hush Hush
Long white arms
Losing their strength and form
Sixty year man on twenty year old skin
Skeleton, your eyes have lost their warmth
Look to your father for some support
Hush hush hush
Says your daddy's touch
Sleep sleep sleep
Says the hundredth sheep
Peace peace peace
May you go in peace
Cruel joke you waited so long to show
The one that you wanted wasn't a girl
All your life you kept it hidden inside
Now when you step
You stumble
You die
Hush hush hush
Says your daddy's touch
Sleep sleep sleep
Says the hundredth sheep
Peace peace peace
May you go in peace
Oh maybe next time
You'll be Henry the VIII
Wake up tomorrow, Alexander the Great
Open your eyes in a new life again
Oh maybe next time
You'll be given a chance
Hush hush hush
Hush hush hush
Hush hush hush
Hush hush hush
Hush... *
*Paula Cole, Hush Hush Hush
