Warnings. Boy love. Don't like it, don't read it.
Disclaimer. All characters belong to J.K. Rowling.
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The cold that gripped my body was indescribable. But just to let you know, it hurt more than words could possibly convey. And no one was around to witness my downfall, all of them locked safely in their warm little beds, curled up tight under the blankets without a care in the world. And here I am, out in the dark night, my defenses shattered, my carefully structured walls lying in ruins. Did they even see it coming? I know you did, but you obviously didn't think a thing of it. We're enemies after all, right? Since the tender age of eleven, that's all we've been.
Now that we've grown, I thought things might change, that you might start giving a damn. Or let on how much you loved me. Because you did love me, I know you did! All those nights in empty classrooms, musty library corridors, dark alcoves that haven't seen human life in ages… you always whispered those three little words in my ear. Did you think they would make everything all better? Oh, who am I kidding? I forgave you every time as soon as those words were uttered. They echo in my brain… see; even now I can't forget about you, much less resent you for what you've done to me.
I'm no longer the cold, arrogant boy that I once was. The one who was known as a prince among men, the silver blonde god that had descended amongst the peasants. You tore me down, took apart my façade, and have left me weakened, barely able to form the words that I inscribe now. I opened up to you, the only person who had ever fought me tooth and claw, just as vicious as myself. And look what it got me. I'm lying on my back, in the snow, in tattered clothes that were once fine.
There's blood in the pristine snow that surrounds me, that is encasing me in ivory. I think it's mine; after all, you're much too cold to bleed, aren't you? You've changed. You're not the Boy Who Lived anymore. You're ruthless, just like I used to be. It's as if we traded places, and you succeeded where I had failed. Technically, it's supposed to be you lying here, broken and forgotten. But somehow, it's me. I'm not sure how that worked out. Can't really be bothered to figure it out either.
Snowflakes dance before my glassy quicksilver eyes, eager to join their companions in encasing the world in innocence, if only for a night. The bloodstains are being swallowed up, melting away into nothingness as time drags by. I feel so cold, and my body refuses to go numb, as if listening to your wishes that you so harshly threw at me before you left. Every part of me aches, stings, burns, and throbs; and yet, you're not here to clean my wounds, pick me back up again. Surprise, surprise.
I'm wishing for the end, but you asked the heavens for a slow, torturous death. The only kind fit for a snake like me. And they listened, because you're the wizarding world's Golden Boy. Me? I'm just another lost soul, another forsaken child of a world that never knew what to do with me, but kept me around, just for laughs.