Broken At Last

Story by: Faidechi Shijja

Date: 9/3/10

Fan Fiction: Harry Potter

Pairing: HP/LV

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything involving Harry Potter

I scream in pain tears pouring down my face.

Oh how I hurt.

It's his entire damn fault, ugh how I hate him so.

Eyes as red as the blood he has spelled for so long.

How they laugh at me, taunting me so.

I knew that are last battle would begin soon as they dragged me out of my hellish cell.

Blood drip from my now long ragged hair.

We entered the room with a bang.

I raised my head to look at the man that had ruined me for so long.

He was no longer the man that I had met so long ago.

He looked like a dark angle about to place judgment.

His head now was full of long pure dark raven hair and his skin was pure white almost like snow.

No, I will not surrender to him I have gone too far to give up now.

Though I knew I had no chance to win this war.

I was not fit to fight.

My body hurting with every move as I stood tall before this demonic angle.

We fought hard and long.

Spells were flying everywhere.

I find myself aware that I would not win this time.

Feeling the bright red lighted spell hit me.

I fell with a small smile graced on my blooded face.

As I hit the floor with a loud thud I felt something within me break.

I knew that at long last I had been broken.

Though I feel so numb and lost I couldn't help feeling a little glad.

This war that had gone for so long was finally over.

I opened my closed eyes slightly as I heard his soft footsteps nearing where I lay.

I looked up at him with an expressionless face.

I was shocked inside as his handsome face broke into a smile.

I closed my eyes as I saw his hand move.

Thinking for sure that he was finally going to kill me at long last.

I lay still my dimmed green eyes never leaving his beautiful blood red eyes.

I felt my green eyes widen in shock as he pulled me into a gentle hug.

"Lord Voldemort its time", I heard an unknown voice call; knowing within it was a Death Eater.

"Very well", he answered his chest rumbling as he hugged me closer.

Glancing up at him though my long black lashes, I finally realized what that strange emotion was on his face whenever I stood facing him.

It was love

Those words echoed in my mind.

But it made so much sense his face only spoke of fondness and even a hint of lust this whole bloody time I was fighting him.

How could he love me?

But that also made so much sense

Only a demon would fall for a tainted soul like me.

It's strange that even now that I think about it I really didn't mind that he loved me.

It felt so right somehow.

Closing my tired green eyes I thought to myself as I slowly fainted.

Of so many what if's

What if I had broken sooner?

Would I have been happy?

I soon stop all thoughts as I felt myself drift with a small smile on my face at my last thoughts.

Heh, Harry James potter, boy-who-lived was happy to be in love with lord Voldemort dark lord and killer to many.

Maybe everyone was right I had gone off my deep end.

THE END