Disclaimer: I don't own anything mentioned here, except my brain, but that is liable to change at any given time.
I wrote this one-shot a few years ago, or whenever it was that the sixth book came out. Anyways, I hope you enjoy it.
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I stood over him, breathing heavily. I didn't have time, but it felt like an eternity was going by me. It enveloped me, rushing around me so quickly I felt as if I could touch it. It told me I had all the time in the world, but I knew the truth; I didn't.
But I wanted it, needed it so bad, I was willing to go through whatever it took to have my time.
This time, 'whatever' had consisted of a child. A teeny thing, really, something that shouldn't be trifled with at all. But I've been told that he would destroy my chances of my eternity, of a life I had yet to truly live.
I was never one for destiny, I thought, as time was going through the hypothetical hourglass, rushing like water, but slow as tar. It was quiet, so quiet.
They say that at night, the last sense you have to be technically awake is sound. Once that sense has gone to bed, you are blissfully asleep. Sound is the first sense to wake up, and it brings you crashing to the surface with you. All I hear when I sleep is screaming, so it was natural that my moment of eternity broke with screaming as well.
"Harry! Not him! Kill me instead." It would be a wasted life, of course. But I wasn't willing to stop then. I raised my wand, and at that instant, my eternity started again, drowning out the woman's yells with a blank nothingness.
"Professor Slughorn, what's a Horcrux?" he blanched at my question. I tried not to grin, so instead I put my face into a curious student's façade. He looked uncomfortable, trying to form an answer.
"I believe...that..." he thought, thinking deep into his files of thoughts, "horcruxes...hm...oh! A horcrux is an object in which you put a part of your soul in, to preserve it. It's dark, difficult magic, Tom. You have to perform one of the darkest, and most soul wrenching act there are in this world."
"That would be..." I could think of a few, but I would let him answer.
"Death; killing, in retrospect, is soul shattering."
"Could this keep someone alive forever?"
"I suppose. But you'd have to be crazy to want to take those measures." I nodded, making my face into one who actually cared about the 'measures' involved. It would be worth it, all of it, just to live a little longer.
"Tom? Are you alright..." he shook his head, "I thought I saw...never mind. Why are we talking about this anyways? This is Defense Against the Dark Arts, not Talk about Using the Dark Arts..."
Even then I had wanted it all, wanted to savor every glimpse of life, to see the sun rise every day and still be here, when ones I knew were gone, sleeping in the warm, moist earth, and I, still here and alive. For forever; for eternity.
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I did have more, however, I felt like taking it out because it would mean more chapters and whatnot. I still felt really bad, but who cares? I know it's terribly, terribly short. But thanks for reading!
-A forgotten Lover