You Never Spread Your Wings
He was their saviour, their hero.
From his first year he was destined to fight for them. From the second he was taught how to hate, and how to lie. From his sixth he was taught trust, and how not to do it. From his eleventh he learned coercion, he learned manipulation, he learned of you.
For his first six years of knowing you he despised you. You didn't show him how not to.
He was their chosen one, their light. He saved the world that toyed with him, and learned many things, some good some bad.
But it was from you he learned his worst fault, from you he learned the thing that led him to death. You taught him the cruellest of all sins, whether you meant to or not.
Lust.
He lusted after you. His friends cautioned him against it. He hunted you down and forced you to love him.
It was his pursuit of you that made him a monster.
He found you hiding among an unlearned people, letting them worship you. He hated you for having their devotion, hated you for devoting yourself to them.
He threatened their lives that he might get to you, and in your wisdom (or folly) you gave in.
He loved his power over you, loved having complete control over you. You would starve yourself for him, debase yourself for him, almost killed yourself for him. The others ridiculed you, mocked you, took advantage of your situation and he let them. He let them hurt you, let them almost kill you, and was immensely angry when your devoted 'worshipers' saved your life.
He hated that you left to be with them and he followed you.
He killed them with a sick joy. Long ago had his humanity fallen by the wayside, soul weighed down, oppressed by an all encompassing darkness.
He was glad when you came to fight him, and he eagerly flung his cruel words.
You had hurt him, no matter how much he couldn't accept the fact.
You never spread your wings for him. Never flew for the joy of it, never surrounded him with them, never kept him warm.
You never spread your wings, kept those black treasures locked behind you.
You broke his heart, demolished the small bit that was left.
'Avada Kedavra'
His body fell as his soul split in two.
A part of him, dark and unforgiving, cursed you as it sped towards hell.
"You never spread your wings for me! I took care of you, and you gave that gift to them! You killed me, you backstabbing traitor, just like you killed him! I hope you rot in hell you bastard!"
You never spread your wings for him, and he hated you for it. But a small part of him hovered for a moment.
"Thank you Severus. May you find someone who loves you the way you should be loved."
You broke his heart you mother fucking piece of shit.
You hurt him you ass kissing son of a bitch.
You never spread your wings for him, never in his life.
But maybe, just maybe, you taught the smallest bit of him the most wonderful thing in the world.
In killing him, maybe you taught the tiniest part of him to love.
okay, you could see this a stand alone or a sequel to Their God. it is written as ss/hp slash. personally, i think TG is better, but it works. this is good enough to pass Mirror's inspection, so up it goes.
ETA: Mirror is on suspension from his profreading duties. Special thanks to Borolin for pointing out the mistakes that Mirror missed (i hope i got them all). Thanks also to The Rainmaster...and no i don't think i can make this more than one chapter; however, if you wish to expand on it you have my full permision. just be sure to let me know if you do (seeing as i'd love to see how you did it). (grins)
please review, because any and all feedback is good.
flames will be used to heat my bathwater.