AN: Hey guys, heres another fic of mine, i'm a little wary that it's too vauge, hopefully you get it. :)
Disclaimer: I sadly do no own HP.
The Door That Opens
The door that opens to his heart is cold, sorely misused and abused, it creaks on it's rusted hinges, crying out in all it's futility, no one is listening no one cares, it's always been this way and he is convinced it always will. His heart sits in the middle of a darkened room used to being alone, the only light he ever sees is poured on through that room on the very occasion that the door opens, yet still he knows it will always close and he will be left yet again with nothing more than he and his bloodied heart lying carelessly discarded on the floor.
On a bed not to far away another boy lies, there is almost no need for an entrance to he. They pass through all the time, his door rattles with use more and more as the days they go by. He knows none of these knocks on his frequently used door mean anything anymore. His heart just like the boy lying on a bed not to far away be left isolated and alone in a dark room time after time as each of his encounters cast him away again. He was never one for muggle clichés however he was starting to believe that yes too much love will kill you every time.
These two boys were so very different but inside they felt exactly the same, one use to little or no affection what so ever, left with nothing more than a neglected nagging to tell him he is unloved, the other however used and played with on so many different occasions a 'player' they called him but he too was unloved by anything that truly mattered all those occasions were nothing more than exploitations that left him feeling dirty and sick.
Fate as it would seem did not cast its fortunes on them. Instead these two boys, one fighting the turmoil breeding within him and the other his own vicious family, Drew their own fortunes in the form of one another. Lost in that darkened room is where they were bound together and slowly began to heal.
The door that opens to there hearts is made of a proud oaky wood, that door only opens to one and swings effortlessly on it's newly restored hinges with a beautiful silence that becomes it. The room inside is no longer dark yet wields a light that grows forever stronger in the company of one another. The heart that sits on its floor is for once in its life full and whole in the purest forms they come. Those two boys sit on a single bed wrapped in each others arms listening to the simultaneous beat of their hearts and think what a wondrous sound, how lucky they where that fate did not forget them as they became the key to a door that would be misused no more.
AN: Okay there you go, this is unbeta-ed so there's probably loads of mistakes, feel free to point them out and let me know what you think about it, cheers.
Messer Moony :)
PS: Reviews are love.