"I hate you." Three words snarled at the person standing across from him. Normally twinkling blue eyes losing their sparkle as the words sink in. Green eyes flashing with mixed enotions, as the owner walks over to a man with red eyes and joins his side.
Similar wands drawn and pointed at the man with the blue eyes. A different wand drawn by this man. Numerous popping sounds filling the room, people appearing out of thin air. People taking sides with no noise in their ranks. Black robes distinguish one sides followers while the others are dressed in whatever they could find.
Curses flying from both sides as the red-eyed man and the blue-eyed man give their signals. The green-eyed man staying stoic at the red-eyed man's side. The faint sound of screams filled their ears as the Death Eaters cast crucio. Brilliant green flashes of light,the color of the green of the man's eyes.
The room slightly shaking at the level of anger of the two men, Harry and Tom. Power radiating from Harry but still no spell cast. Death Eaters falling silent. Lights flickering on and off. Walls shaking. Ground shaking.
A final curse cast. Two words. Avada Kedavra. The blue-eyed man falling to the ground. Dumbledore dead. More popping as the light side apparated away his body. Cheering surrounding Harry and Tom.
Their lips meeting in a sweet kiss. The war over. The Dark side winning. The prophecy unfufilled. Neither caring. The world succombed to darkness by a strange union. Two leaders. Cold and calculating.
Disbelief that Harry Potter, The Boy-Who-Lived, had joined He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. News that Vernon, Dudley, and Petunia Dursley were found dead at Number Four Privet Drive.
The world changing back into real. He had only wanted to know what would happen if he joined Tom. He decided that sounded like more fun.
Similar wands drawn and pointed at the man with the blue eyes. A different wand drawn by this man. Numerous popping sounds filling the room, people appearing out of thin air. People taking sides with no noise in their ranks. Black robes distinguish one sides followers while the others are dressed in whatever they could find.
Curses flying from both sides as the red-eyed man and the blue-eyed man give their signals. The green-eyed man staying stoic at the red-eyed man's side. The faint sound of screams filled their ears as the Death Eaters cast crucio. Brilliant green flashes of light,the color of the green of the man's eyes.
The room slightly shaking at the level of anger of the two men, Harry and Tom. Power radiating from Harry but still no spell cast. Death Eaters falling silent. Lights flickering on and off. Walls shaking. Ground shaking.
A final curse cast. Two words. Avada Kedavra. The blue-eyed man falling to the ground. Dumbledore dead. More popping as the light side apparated away his body. Cheering surrounding Harry and Tom.
Their lips meeting in a sweet kiss. The war over. The Dark side winning. The prophecy unfufilled. Neither caring. The world succombed to darkness by a strange union. Two leaders. Cold and calculating.
Disbelief that Harry Potter, The Boy-Who-Lived, had joined He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. News that Vernon, Dudley, and Petunia Dursley were found dead at Number Four Privet Drive.
The world changing back into real. He had only wanted to know what would happen if he joined Tom. He decided that sounded like more fun.