Pansy's music started playing as a boy spotted a letter laying folded on his bed. It seemed harmless enough, but it was what it contained that worried him. With shaking fingers, he unfolded it, the music fading to a slight buzz as he read.

I leave the gas on
Walk the allies in the dark
Sleep with candles burning
I leave the door unlocked
I'm weaving a rope and
Running all the red lights
Did I get your attention
Cuz I'm sending all the signs

I'm being pretty reckless now. Have been ever since we got those letters. The dark lord has risen again, and he'll be after us. Me especially. Have I got your attention with all those things I have been saying? I've been obvious.

That the clocking is ticking
And I'll be giving my two weeks
Pick your favourite shade of black
You'd best prepare a speech
Say something funny
Say something sweet
But don't say that you loved me

We're brothers. Blood brothers. But I don't know you anymore. It's like you've given in, like you have accepted our fate. Well, it won't be mine any more... At this, the boy reading the letter started. "No..." he whispered, hastily reading the next lines.

Cuz I'm still breathing
Though we've been dead for awhile
This sickness has no cure
We're going down for sure
Already lost a grip
On this abandoned ship
Oh...

Look for me on our ship, if you wish. My body shall be there, but hopefully I shall not be. I'm still breathing, brother. But I don't want to be.

Maybe I was too pale
Maybe I was too fat
Maybe you had better
Better luck in the sack
No formal education
And I swore way too much
But I swear you didn't care
Cuz though we were in love

I swore away a lot of things, as you know. I used to be certain that I would never love, that I would never abandon you. But I suppose that I am now. So I'm sorry. The boy began to cry, tears falling silently. He knew that this would happen, but put it off. His brother had told him, swore on his magic, that he would end his life. But he hadn't wanted to believe him.

So as I write this letter
And shed my last tear
Know it's all for the better
That we end this here
Let's close this chapter, say one last prayer
But don't say that you loved me

Don't grieve for me, brother. Yes, I may be crying now, grieving for our lost time, but it is for the best. You know that. The dark lord would hurt you to get to me; I'm the son of the man and woman who betrayed him, and I've openly defied him, the first time by accident. He's after me. But if I'm dead, there is nothing he can do.

Cuz I'm still breathing
Though we've been dead for awhile
This sickness has no cure
We're going down for sure
Already been diagnosed
So let's give up the ghost

So this is goodbye. When the clock strikes midnight, I shall be dead. I'm sorry, my brother, I truly am. Goodbye. I love you. The boy began to weep freely. He glanced at the clock. Three minutes to midnight. He might make it. He ran.

"OI! WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING, BONEHEAD!" shouted Ron, who had just been knocked over. The boy ignored him, running full tilt out the doors and into the night. He glanced back and saw McGonagall and Snape chasing after him, with Ron and Hermione behind them. He didn't care. Running towards the lake, he veered to the left- towards the edge of the forbidden forest. He saw the boat, and climbed up, ignoring the gasps of the people who followed him. There, on the prow of the boat stood his brother, his best friend.

"Don't grieve for me." He whispered. With one last smile, he turned as the clock struck midnight. He stood on the figure head and, on the last stroke, fell forwards, down the hidden water fall and towards the rocks beneath.

"NO!" screamed the boy, starting to run forwards. But he found he couldn't. Snape had grabbed hold of him. Unthinkingly, the boy clung to him, weeping openly, not caring that his two enemies were watching. "Who was that?" whispered Snape, worried.
"My brother..." wept the boy. "My brother." McGonagall shrugged, a confused and scared look upon her face, at the questioning looks Ron and Hermione sent her. It began to rain, but none of them made to move, looking at the weeping boy clutching at his teachers shirt for comfort, comfort for a blood brother lost forever.

Cuz I'm still breathing
Though we've been dead for awhile
This sickness has no cure
We're going down for sure
Already lost a grip on this abandoned ship
Oh..
Oh I'm still breathing I'm still breathing
Oh...

So who do you think the boy is? And who do you think the fallen boy is? I know who they are, but that is kinda obvious.

Not sure whether to leave this as a one shot or whether to carry on. I could always start a new story as a type of sequel. Got a few ideas for what could happen next. And a twist.

I own nothing. If I did, some people who did die wouldn't, and others would have. So nur.

Review please!