A/N: This is the result of a rather random and crazy bunch of ideas I have from time to time. As I think I'll never use them as plot bunnies for another fic, they actually fit into a concept that you'll be soon reading... Thanks to the lovely SugaryTears for her encouragement and to HackerMuffin for being the best friend one could wish for.
Disclaimer: I solemnly swear I am up to no good. I hereby disclaim.
Les Fleurs du Mal
Part One – Dawn
Never again will a sun rise on this sky… (Sturm und Drang)
He watched the sun rise slowly on the deep dark midwinter sky. Dawn was always so … peaceful, so loving. It presented peace, love and eternal happiness even to those who didn't know what these words meant, how these words felt. How did it feel indeed? He didn't know. He didn't want to know. He didn't want to feel. He was supposed to be a cold, heartless, unforgiving, cruel man, in short a Death Eater. A Death Eater didn't have feelings.
Dawn also reminded him of all the people who'd never see the sunlight again. All the people the others and himself had killed. Thousands of innocent victims who'd never wake up from their eternal sleep. He felt guilt rise up inside of him, although he wasn't supposed to feel anymore.
He watched the sunrise. It hurt and it healed. Nature was neither good nor bad, it was just there. The interpretation was up to the observer.
Love and guilt.
A/N: Please review and tell me what you think!
Anna Scathach