A/N Alright guys this is going to be a ten shot or more series following the people who died for Harry Potter. The last time I checked I'm not a rich British person, therefore I don't own Harry Potter. Borrowed a quote from Sin City.. Enjoy!
The Fair Trade
I didn't want to be brave anymore. I didn't want any of this. How was it fair that I was picked to be the one? The one sacrificed for everyone else, only for the reason I was born. For seventeen years now, I was just living to die.
It was odd to think about really, the prospect of dying. I had eluded death many times, but I never thought I'd actually….. Well you know die. The more I thought about it, a cold fear began to spread throughout me.
I felt like a Christmas hog. No- I was the Christmas hog. Living in a blissful state of ignorance, being fattened up by a farmer, only to be eventually led to slaughter by someone who I thought loved me. I was to be Voldemort's Christmas dinner…. How fetching.
It seemed cruel to me now that I even made friends. It was like giving a caged bird a few precious moments of freedom, only to grab it and stuff it back in it's cold metal prison. A few moments of false hope, then the bitter reality.
I was going to die. No matter what I did, it was always going to happen. My heart thumped in fear, and my breaths were shallow. I could do this. I was brave and vail- Oh who was I kidding. I was scared out of my mind. I felt like a small child, cowering away from the shadows in their room. I desperately needed someone to be there with me, I couldn't do it alone.
The snitch in my hand seemed heavier, as I raised it up to my lips. My eyelashes fluttered in anticipation as I breathed those fateful words-
"I am about to die."
As it broke open, and the ring tumbled out, I visualzed those I cared about most.
I looked up, and there they were. The four who I loved, the four who died for me; Lily, James, Sirius, and Remus. They surrounded me, and I wished I could stay like that forever. With those I loved protecting me from harm.
But I smothered my selfish desires and traveled on, with the ghostly quartet trailing silently behind me. I reached the edge of Voldemort's campsite, and took in a deep breath. One of my last. Here I was, a lamb wandering into the lion's den. Yet in a strange way, I was ready. I stepped in and removed my cloak, calling to Voldemort.
Everything seemed to blur and I couldn't make out what was going on. Voldemort and his servants' voices just became buzzes in my ear. All I could hear was the pounding of my heart. Just as Voldemort raised my wand, everything came into focus. I watched entranced and horrified as the red eyed man prepared to kill me. I saw the green light hurdle towards me, and thought during my last moment-
'Young boy dies. Innocent people live. Fair Trade. I think so.'
A/N Alright so don't worry there is going to be more to the Fair Trade story. Thanks for reading!!!! Alright so the whole title thing is supposed to be slightly reminiscent of Pulp Fiction, and how there is the different story lines... So enjoy!