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Authours Note: A) No idea where this came from. B) It is very, VERY disturbing. At least, to me. C) Voldy is insane. D) Wrote this literally five minutes ago. E) Please review????
Title: Perfect Immortality
Summary: How do you make perfection immortal?
I look at him, this picture of perfection that lies beside me. For a moment my mouth is dry, my throat working as my emotions rise and try to suffocate me. It is hard to see his beauty and realise that he won't live forever, that this marvelous, elegant form will not be on display for all eternity.
And try as I might I know I will never be able to keep him alive. I will never be able to duplicate the process of immortality. I have done the impossible with my own body- I have achieved my dearest goal. My body will not turn into ashes; it shall not dissolve into dust. I will live on forever, exactly as I am now and will always be.
But that does not help my dilemma. He will not always be there for me, he will not always be present to discuss my fears and problems and hopes and dreams. There will be a time when I will have to function without his guidance, without his love and devotion, and I find that I am reluctant to even think of that future.
Yet nothing else will fill my mind. I am fixated on it, the way that a criminal is fascinated by the Dementor that has come to steal their soul. I cannot tear my thoughts from it- there are too many variables. Yet even as I try to stop it, a thought is forming. A thought that I shouldn't even be thinking.
He sleeps on, oblivious to my distress. How could I even-? Would I be able to? Should I preserve him in this moment, in this instance, in this setting- forever? I reach out to him, and caress his cheek. He stirs in his sleep, and a small smile slips onto his thin lips. It pains me, but I must do it.
It is the only way he will remain perfect forever.
And he must be perfect, for I cannot live with imperfection. I have purged my world of evil and grime, and now I must make sure that my love does not succumb to the taints that have been left behind.
He is my love, and I owe this to him, at least.
Severus sleeps on, unaware, as I stroke his cheek lovingly. His head turns into my palm, and for a moment my heart stops, and I think my plan over. Should I-? Could he possibly remain free of the taint of his broken Vows? I hesitate, and as I watch him a peace steals into my heart.
Yes. This is right.
Now he will always be perfect.
He never even realises that he has died as the emerald light embraces his pale body, and I smile calmly as his breathing stops. Yes. Yes. Now he will remain pure. Forever.
My Loyal Death Eaters try to hide their shock, and I smile secretly to myself. It is well they should be shocked, I think. For one day they may deserve to be graced with such honour.
Severus watches over us, molded to the ceiling. Certain areas are hidden, but the rest is on display. He is exactly as I remember him, tiny smile and all.
I call their attention back to me, and the meeting begins.
As my most loyal regale me with tales of their exploits, a thought begins in the back of my mind. I leave it be, wondering what may become of it. And by the end of the meeting, it has made itself known.
I wonder- how long it will take to learn Necromancy?
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