Disclaimer: As always, Harry Potter does not belong to me. This fic is for M&MWP 2011 Challenge, so the pairing was created by them!
Tip
Toe
Tip
Toe
Dark and light, the days before war
Sneaking around with the blonde haired boy
Bravado, surely, and cunning we had
Confidence, and a future we couldn't deny
Victorious
For a time, of course
We were unstoppable, darkness combined
And we basked and we reveled in the knowledge that
Despite my uncertainty
Come the dawn, when the smoke rose over the spires
Victorious
We'd be together
Looking down on the faces of our supposed chums
The dead
Tip
Toe
Tip
Toe
Out of the castle, into the abyss
Knowing full well that the others had stayed
Unknown, what might lie beyond the wall
Unwilling to fight for dark or for light
Cunning?
No, not me
Leading the line, fleeing the last stand
Ushered to safety [Safety? A misnomer, it did not exist]
The blonde haired girl
Cunning
Unlike me, and beautiful at that
Had been here before, for Cedric's last stand
For our Lord's [My Lord? No not mine, like they thought]
Resurrection
An instant, our eyes met, and I thought I knew
Love
Disdain
Contempt
And a feeling of loss that emptied my soul
Unwitting, unknowing, untimely
Tip
Toe
Tip
Toe
In the back alleys of Hogsmede
I keep to the shadows
Away from the dignitaries and dignified
The brave, the heroes, the respectable
Pariah
But not in her eyes
She comes to me, her respite from school
From the hallowed halls I once roamed
Pariah?
I question my label
Can one be an outcast, when one is loved?
And she does love me
I have to believe
There needs to be a reason to draw my next
Breath
Tip
Toe
Tip
Toe
To a hideaway far from prying eyes
Her blonde hair sparkling in the lamplight
Like her mother's
In the torchlight of Hogwarts
Victoire
The night of victory
When heroes emerged and the once triumphant
Fell, fell, down, down, down
To the depths
Of the pit of despair and loathing and—
Victoire
Her name tumbles from my lips
A redemption song from the undeserving
She's not her mother
That's not what I want
No disdain, no hatred, just
Victoire
I am a coward, and an outcast
She is love and she is mine
Tip
Toe
Tip
Toe
We sneak on borrowed time
We sneak to the recesses
For hope
For love
For Victoire
We sneak
And we love
So this is my first attempt at slash, and my first attempt at poetry. So feedback would be greatly appreciated! Hope you all enjoyed! Cheers! -Jac