Icarus
~FawkesRises
Disclaimer: I own nothing, JK owns all the good stuff
Author's notes: So over the weekend I was supposed to be working on an English essay…but then I got sidetracked while listening to 3 Doors Down, The Better Life and my first series, Down the Door, was born! Okay, to get it straight from the get-go, all the stories in the series are really stand alones and probably wouldn't make much sense if you tried to stick them together, but they're all written to songs off The Better Life so I figure fics of a feather…you know the rest. I probably also should mention that the fics are all Harry/Ron, and again I haven't read all the fics in that pairing so I don't know if some of my fics sound like someone else's-I'm hoping not though. (This thing cost me an English paper after all) *smirk* This fic changes POV from Harry to Ron to third and does include suicidal tendencies so consider yourself warned.
To the Tune Of: "Loser" ~3DD
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Be careful when flying too close to the sun…
I love you.
No.
You shattered everything with one word.
A shove and you were walking past, leaving in your wake a thousand broken pieces…
Of me.
I thought you'd understand.
I thought you of all people could love me back.
I thought…
It doesn't matter. I was wrong.
About you.
About everything.
It's just…I didn't think I would end up like this
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^The next morning^
Ron was the first of the sixth year boys to wake up.
The dormitory was freezing!
He looked around and noticed the window between his and Harry's bed was wide open.
Harry…
Ron glanced at the bed across from his. It was empty, the drapes thrown open, the bedclothes in disarray.
Ron shivered, and not just from the cold.
He was secretly glad that Harry was already up. He didn't think he could deal with talking to him right now, not after yesterday…
No.
He wasn't going to think about that now.
Ron got up and went to close the window. He paused for a moment and surveyed Hogwarts. The school grounds were covered with a thin blanket of snow. Just like yesterday…
No.
Not like yesterday, nothing was like yesterday. Not anymore. Nothing would ever be the same again, no matter how much he wished he could unhear what had been said.
Ron reached out and grabbed the handle of the window, as he did he looked down at ground below.
No…
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Below the window of the sixth year boys' dormitory, Harry Potter lay twisted and broken, his skin as cold as the snow.
Wax wings aren't meant to stand the heat of a word…
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For those who didn't know or maybe just want to:
Icarus was the son of Daedalus, a craftsman and inventor in Greek mythology. Icarus was imprisoned with his father on the island of Crete by King Minos. To escape Crete, Daedalus built wings made of feathers and wax for himself and Icarus. Icarus flew too close to the sun and fell into the ocean when the wax on his wings melted.