Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter character's.
A/N I'm simply trying a new abstract idea. I say don't read this if you don't like to guess. It's short, very short, but think of it as a poem in a way. It's prose most likely. My Beta Kai said to upload it so I listened to her! I wasn't so sure I wanted to upload something so weird that obviously came from my need to write but my inability to do so since I had four exams to write.
Second A/N: I'm noticing a pattern here, this is the second story I went through and changed up a bit. Forgive me, I seem to want to change a lot of things. There may be some mistakes because... I'm not brilliant at grammar, but I tried. (There aren't any I can find... . )
-Sleeping..
The Dark.
That's when he comes to me. I never expected him to. I never expected him to come again. And among luke warm sheets wrapped around sweaty bodies I never expected to feel. To feel the ecstasy; to feel the burning need. And it's all for another man, among the many insults of this blatant wanton for the Dark that is fuelled inside of myself.
I always thought I'd be haunted by bright red hair. Crisping and turning into blood, that was what I thought would be burned into my mind's eye forever. And then one night, as I lay in a pool of my own blood, a personal saviour came.
I thought I was supposed to be the saviour of the wizarding world, in a sense. I had grown up on the foundation that I would be the one to save my world. Yet, my beliefs were crushed.
I was dieing that night because of a curse tightening around my heart like a boa constrictor. I was dieing because of a fatal error I made in judgement. How could I be so stupid as to let a Lestrange within my line of vision? I was dieing because I had been too slow; caught off guard. I was dieing without a sense of the dark, knowing only a bright world that I had to save. At all costs..
That's when he wrapped me up in obsidian twilight. That's when he broke the curse. That's when he broke what sanity I thought I had.
A day later I was found. Where, I do not know, but Hermione would know. Hermione can remember more than that dazzling blue sky I thought was going to blind me. I'd been seeing black for what felt like eternity. He broke more than a curse; he broke my reason for continuing to be a saviour.
Reality says I was only outside for a night. My jaunted memory says I was out there for years, and I was held by a nameless figure. I think I wait for my cloaked ghost every night just to figure out the truth.
Which truth though? That's always the answer isn't it? I think I stopped wondering who the dark is. I think all I want now is why. Why I can't keep him.
Why can't I keep the Dark in me forever?
And, I'll end off as always, please review if you read.