Disclaimer: i DoN't OwN hArRy PoTtEr.
He said he'd changed. He said he was on their side.
He realized the error of his ways.
He would do anything to protect her.
He only wanted the world to be a better place.
To rid it of darkness and evil.
And she believed him.
every
single
word.
Shock
That was all her mind could register.
He didn't do it.
He couldn't do it.
He was different.
He changed.
She so wanted to believe that.
She so wanted to believe that this was all a mistake.
A bad dream.
A nightmare.
But then she saw him.
Beautifulpaleblond him.
He said he loved her.
He said he needed her.
He said she changed him.
Saved him.
Meant something to him.
He lied.
She watched him lift his wand, dark words spilling from his mouth, tumbling into the air and tainting it with evil.
Evil coming from between his lips.
Evil.
Him.
Evil.
He was still beautiful. The way he dodged curses and sent them right back; beautifully evil.
She still loved him.
She watched death pour from his fingertips, grasping and suffocating and strangling her friends.
She knew what she had to do.
She didn't want to.
She had to.
Shaky legs carried her corpse body to him.
Dead brown eyes bore into his grey ones.
She had once thought that those grey eyes held something pure in them, that there was more light than darkness.
His steel eyes had never been more filled by darkness. She couldn't see the light anymore.
His eyes tried to tell her something, but she was to empty to see it.
All she could see was the grey smoke curling in his irises, covering and killing anything else she might have seen.
She still loved him.
She lifted her wand, strings pulling her puppet arm.
The strings made her lips move, too.
Her lips said something deadly.
Her wand pointed at him.
He falls.
As the smoke drained from his eyes, whisps of grey evaporating from his dying body, his eyes told her one last thing;
'Thank you. I love you.'
The puppeteer didn't let her move her lips, but she still had her eyes.
And her eyes said;
'I still love you'.
Blaaaaah, I don't know what that was. I'm tired and listening to music that makes me feel all 'creative and inspired' and so I write things like this. On a scale of 1 to WTF how odd was it? Hahahaaaa.
