Sleeping On A Bed Of Broken Glass
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A/N: This is my tie-breaker entry for the final of Cheeky Slytherin Lass' 'Potter Games'. The prompts were, 1) "The stars, too, they tell of spring awakening." - Melichor, Spring Awakening, 2) sleeping, 3) forgiven, and 4) broken glass.
I stared down at you, sleeping on a bed of broken glass.
Except you weren't sleeping, and it was certainly no bed. You were dead; my brother, my twin, dead in an explosion of glass and green light.
I was struck in the chest with the pain of losing you. It felt worse than any pain I had ever felt before, both physical and otherwise.
The last conversation we ever had was awful. It was an argument, the only one we ever truly had. You kissed her, Gideon, you kissed my girl. But in the end, it doesn't matter, does it? You are my twin, part of me. And I never had the chance to tell you that you were forgiven, that when it came down to it, you were more important to me than any girlfriend could ever be.
I'd lost that chance, and you died thinking I was still angry at you. I hope that's not how you felt, though. I hope you knew, deep down, that I would never hate you. Not ever.
A glint in the corner of my eye made me look up at the small slit of night sky that poured from a tiny window above. I see the stars, bright and hopeful, as though trying to help me through the night. They were silent spectators, watching me and you attempt to fight off five Death Eaters.
We have no hope though, especially now that you're gone.
But I smiled calmly, the stars blinking reassuringly down at us. I know that saying, that, "the stars, too, they tell of spring returning." I knew that despite everything, one day, this long war would be over, and those left will be renewed, born again from the ashes and corpses of their deceased loved ones. They would start again, and build it all anew.
It would be like spring, emerging hopefully from the harsh winter. Everything would be okay, in the end.
When the green light hit me, I knew. It was over, I was gone.
But at least I would be with you now, and I could say it, to your face.
I forgive you.