Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Author's Note: I wrote this on a short whim after hearing the song by Nine Inch Nails. And it struck me for some reason. Here are the random words of a writer stuck in sucksville. I hope you enjoy it a little bit.
The Day the Whole World Went Away
Harry cannot think of anything but this.
Those eyes, reptilian and void, staring right at him.
His voice was calm, but it held the distinctive tone of death.
Rot and decay were all that seeped through those sharp teeth.
And he sees the nothingness left within the man, for lack of a better term.
But he does not fear it, has seen a resemblance in his own gaze a time or two.
Yet fear, fear is not planting itself like a weed in his veins.
It is adrenaline that pumps like a drug through his blood and straight to his chest.
Red hair flashes to his mind.
Freckles, blue eyes.
He was never, and will never be alone.
That fact is the only one he ever truly needed to realize.
And with Voldemort's hand poised to kill, Harry accepts the end.
He accepts it with responsibility prudent in his thoughts, and the love of two redheads, and one very bright girl in his heart.
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