Burning love

Disclaimer : I don't own a thing

Warning: Character death. For what is a story if no one dies? And slash of course. Don't like don't read.

A/N. Sorry for all grammar mistakes. English isn't my native languages. And I haven't had English the last semester. So my English might be a little rusty. Big apologies for that.

I don't like my title, I used fifteen minutes writing lots of random ideas... Who all sucked. So if you have any idea of something better, then please tell.

~ Prologue ~

Everything was burning. The flames danced under the burning sky, laughing a cracking laugh. Everything was burning, the buildings, the trees, the flowers, and the sky. Nothing could run from it. Because it was everywhere, at every spot that could burn on this earth, it was there. That heating, melting, cruel, laughing flames. Who danced under the burning sky. And the sky was burning. It had the colour of blood, like if it was bleeding, or maybe crying for all the lost souls that had passed away on this day. Now and then a lightning would flare the sky, hitting the earth with a massive explosion. And the flames laughed and danced all around it. Cracking like maniacs. Finally free. FINALY FREE! Finally free to roam the earth, and to burn it to ashes. To ashes. Like the creatures that had summoned them had command. And how they enjoyed that command.

The entire day one could hear people screaming, running away from the flames. But there was nowhere to go, nowhere to run. And their screams filled the sky, feeding the flames. But now it had finally subsided, there were no one left to scream. Only burning bodies that had turned to ashes hours ago. In the beginning this poor poor dead bodies had tried to extinguish the flames. But there were no use. Because these were no ordinary flames. These were the flames of hell. Created by creatures that wanted nothing more than to see this wrecked world to burn. And they had succeeded, but not without sacrifice.

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In a little park a bit away from the burning buildings, there was a spot still untouched by the flames. It was a circle, maybe fifteen meter in diameter, and shrinking rapidly. There you could still find some patches of green grass. But soon, very soon these green straws would also burn to ashes. The flames had ignored this spot for a while, but no longer. There was no one keeping them at bay any more. A big creature lay there at the edges of the circle. It was all dead, and it had been that for a while. It had a dark dark green colour, and two arms with massive claws as hands. It had already gutted a man today, and its blood had already dried on its claws. The head was rather massive as well, and ugly as hell. With eyes that had glowed with evil and madness. The creature`s mouth was full with big and sharp teeth, and could eat a man in less than a second. It also had a tail, which the flames had already started to dance on. They laughed in joy. The reason the creature lay dead on the ground, was a big hole in it`s stomach. Like something had blown up inside of it. Green goo still flew from its stomach, making a horrible smell where it touched the ground. But no one really noticed. Because… Well… Who was left complaining?

Beside the creature a beautiful woman lay. Dead to the world like the creature. Her blue eyes looked up at the world with emptiness. She could no longer see anything. Her head had cracked open, like if someone had smashed something hard on it. The blood ran down like a tiny current down her face. But she didn't care, why would she?

And the flames grew closer. Soon the girl and the creature were burning with dancing flames. And the smell of fried meat was once again filling the sky.

In the middle of the circle, as far as anyone could get from the flames, two bodies lay. Their arms twined together. They were huddled together, trying to get away from the flames. But wait. They were still breathing, short gasps came from their mouth. Trying to breathe air, but the only thing their lungs got filled with, was smoke, and smell of burned flesh.

A small sob escaped from one of the figures. It was a young man, maybe in his late twenties. He had black long hair and was rather pale, but in a pretty way. His eyes were ones grey, but now they were bloodshot from crying so much. He was a rather beautiful man. And wit and intelligence that fit with it. But even though he had long black hair and eyes that was envied by females, he would never be taken as a woman. You could easily see that he was a man, but he was a beautiful one, and one could see that he came from noble blood.

The black haired man tightened his grip around the body he was holding and muttered again and again. "I'm sorry." Because it had been all his fault. If he hadn't been so selfish none of this would have happened. They would all be alive, and the world wouldn't be burning right now. "I`m sorry, Jamie." He muttered again. "I'm sorry."

This Jamie person only snored in reply. "It`s not me you should say sorry to." Jamie tightened his grip around his friend, but rather weakly. He had been badly hurt in the fight. Not to mentioned eaten, and then survived by blowing up the creature`s stomach. The gashes on his chest still oozed with blood, he had already lost so much. 'I won't live much longer.' He thought silently to himself. He could already feel his strength disappear. Jamie had tousled dark hair that always stood up, no matter what his wife did. He felt his heart tighten of the thought of her. 'Oh Lily… I'm sorry… I should have protected you…' His eyes flickered to the side. He wondered where is son was. 'I hope he is safe…' His eyes flickered a little, before they went shut. His body fell a little towards his friend.

"James? Jamie?" He heard someone muttered. 'Yes,' he thought, 'that's my name.' But he didn't open his eyes. James was too tired for that, so very tired. "James!" He heard someone call his name again. Suddenly the world started to shake, and he shut his eyes up. "Stop it, Sirius!" He almost growled, his friend had been shaking him, but he didn't have the strength to push Sirius away. Sirius looked relived. "I'm-I'm sorry, I thought for a second I-Id lost you…" He bit his lip. He knew it didn't really matter if James died now or later. The flames was coming rapidly towards them, he could already feel the heat from the flames at his back. But Sirius couldn't lose him, not yet. Not after everything they`d gone through. He closed his eyes and leaned forward. He pressed his lips to James' temple, kissing it lightly.

James only sighted in return. "It's alright," he muttered. His voice already fading away, but he didn't close his eyes this time. Sirius tightened his grip around him. 'Stay with me, Jamie… just a little more,' he begged inside of him. If they were to die here, he would do it in James` arms, the only place he`d ever felt safe. He looked into his friend's hazel eyes, and was again struck by how beautiful he was. So handsome, and just soooo... Perfect. Sirius smiled softly, he leaned down again, and brushed his lips towards the tousled hair man`s. "I love you," he murmured. He got a soft sight in return, and felt James kiss him lightly back. "I love you too, Pads."

Sirius got a warm feeling inside, ignoring the bangs in his chest, telling him that it wasn't real. James had never loved him more than friend, a brother. But he didn't care. All he ever wanted was James. He needed him like air. And he was happy to be here in his arms, even if they were about to die. He couldn't think of a better way to go. Except of being really really old, and holding James` hand, while he slowly faded away.

Suddenly James became limp in his arms, and Sirius felt his heart race in panic again. He started to shake his friend, but he didn't open his eyes again. Sirius felt horror shiver through him. He couldn't be gone, not now! "James!" He yelled in panic. "Don't leave me!" He would have cried if his tears hadn't dried away a while back. But James didn't hear him, he couldn't hear anything anymore. His hazel eyes just stared up at Sirius with an emptiness that frightened him. James always had some emotions in his eyes. He was always unable to hide his feelings. Sirius cried in sorrow this time. "James… Oh James." He sobbed, and tightened his arms around the body. "Don't leave me, please don't leave me. I love you. I love you! I love you! I love you!" He continued sobbing.

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The flames danced closer to the two bodies. None of them was noticing them. One was blind to the world, and the second blind by sorrow. Soon the flames were upon them. Quickly the fire devoured the two figures. A long cry came from the one of the figures. One mixed with pain and sorrow. The flames only laughed and continue dancing, happy to have some new dance partners. The volume of the cry fell after a little while. And everything became quiet again, other than the laughing cracks from the flames. The two bodies became ashes after a while, destroying all evidence that they were ever there.