b Title: /b Heaven falls down

b Genre: /b Angst, slash

b Rating: /b PG-13

b Beta: /b Zsanya

b Paring: /b Percy/Marcus, Percy/Oliver

b Summary: /b Marcus is going to get a Dementors's kiss. While he's in Azkaban he meets a very special someone.

b A/N: /b My first Harry Potter fic in English. So...here it goes.

Marcus Flint stared at the wall of his cell, thinking about the next twenty-four hours. His last twenty-four hours. Even though his body wasn't going to die, his soul was going to be taken away. That was said to be worse than dead. But Marcus wasn't scared. Whatever would happen to him, he would deal with it. That's the attitude his dad once taught him and that would be his attitude until the end.

He sighed, feeling frustrated. Even if he had accepted his fate, it still bothered him. He needed to live the last hours of his life in a cell. He was forced to be alone and cold. Dementors made it colder and made him remember things he didn't want to. His father and mother, his dead brother. Everything sad and unwanted. But that's the way it was supposed to be.

"So, the great Marcus Flint is finally going to meet his end" Marcus heard someone say.

"It's none of your business, Weasley. It's none of your business" Marcus replied.

"Oh please. It is. You happened to kill someone very important to me"

Marcus got up and walked to the bars of his cell and grabbed Percy Weasley's robes.

"If Wood was so fucking important to you, why didn't you stop me?"

Percy stared into Marcus's eyes and let out a deep sigh.

"Maybe because I wasn't fast enough?"

"Hmmph, that's not a good excuse, Weasley. You could've killed me with Avada from a distance. Or then you're just a bloody chicken"

Marcus pushed Percy further away, who just stared at the older man.

"Or maybe I didn't want to kill you, Marcus. Maybe I wanted you to stay alive, so I could tell you why I chose Oliver over you... "

"Shut up"

"Acting so tough under the mask. Now you seem like nothing. Do you want to know why I chose Oliver?"

"No… "

"I'll tell you anyway. I chose him because he was something. But you... You're just a pathetic Death Eater"

"SHUT UP" Marcus yelled.

Percy just smirked. He was used to Marcus yelling at him.

"Leave, Weasley. Leave before I...I... "

"You what?"

"I... "

"Fall down to your knees and start to cry?"

"You know me. Stop telling yourself lies"

"No. I don't know you"

Percy walked closer to the bars and leaned closer to Marcus.

"I never knew you"

He gave Marcus a bad look before walking away from his cell. Marcus stared after him and closed his eyes, sitting on the bed again. Maybe Percy never really knew him, but Marcus knew Percy. He knew Percy would be crying right now. That was the only thing the younger man could do. Cry while his heaven fell down.