ONCE WERE ENEMIES
WARNINGS: slash themes, suicide, bad language (cursing and stuff). If slash (male-on-male interaction - meaning kissing, petting, screwing.) offends or grosses you out in any way - GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!!!!! And don't say you haven't been warned!!
DISCLAIMER: I own NOTHING. All Harry Potter related characters, places, spells - everything - belong to J.K.Rowling and Warner Bros and all that gang. So don't sue me coz' there's no point. I only write (or try to) what I'd like to read in the official books. :)
PAIRINGS: Well, honestly, what do you THINK?!?!?!?!
RATING: PG-13, probably R in later chapters. A/N: Big thanks to my muses - for keepin me writing, Ines, Ana and Tena - for 24/7 support and Aloh Dark and Villain - for making all of my days brighter and the support! Now on with the fic!! I know it's short but I figured it's too mushy anyways. Oh, yeah. If you're reading this and decide to continue, you might as well review it. It can be a one-shot, it can develop - you decide!! Just tell me what you want and we'll see. Doesn't matter what the reactions are, just write them, 'k? I'm new here, I probably suck and I want your opinion on how to make it better!! Now go.
1. Flying
He was standing up there, searching for some invisible signs that would tell him he was making a wrong decision. But there weren't any. Even the night was encouraging him to make the last move. The last move. Like in chess he played so often.
«Do it, and the game will be won.»
No, that was only the wind. Yes, this was a right thing to do. No, yes, no, yes. A life made out of protests, doubts, shadows, darkness. And no one knew. Not even his so called friends. No one. Well, there was someone, actually, to be fair.
Someone knew.
And that someone was the reason for this. Better to die than to live in a shadow. He glared back at the open door. Luckilly he was the only one who knew for this open terrace. It looked as if it was made for only this purpose. There were no ballustrades and it was probably the highest platform in all Hogwarts.
He glared back at the open door. Soon, there will be no more pain, suffering and efforts. Things he hated so much. And there won't be the things he loved so much. To die for what you hate and what you love. How yucky melodramatic. And he hated drama. Drama was his life.
Another step. Now he was glaring into dark deep down. He never imagined something could be as tall as this tower. Merlin knows if Dumbledore himself knew for it. Merlin, it was so scary. So what if he was afraid. It would be nothing new. It had to be done, though.
«.Save him.»
No stress, no screams. Calming consciousness of what was about to happen. It felt like flying. Fast flying. Just without a broom. It didn't even hurt long. He felt crucial pain through his whole trembling body for less than a second - in next one he wasn't anymore aware of the darkness around him.
WARNINGS: slash themes, suicide, bad language (cursing and stuff). If slash (male-on-male interaction - meaning kissing, petting, screwing.) offends or grosses you out in any way - GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!!!!! And don't say you haven't been warned!!
DISCLAIMER: I own NOTHING. All Harry Potter related characters, places, spells - everything - belong to J.K.Rowling and Warner Bros and all that gang. So don't sue me coz' there's no point. I only write (or try to) what I'd like to read in the official books. :)
PAIRINGS: Well, honestly, what do you THINK?!?!?!?!
RATING: PG-13, probably R in later chapters. A/N: Big thanks to my muses - for keepin me writing, Ines, Ana and Tena - for 24/7 support and Aloh Dark and Villain - for making all of my days brighter and the support! Now on with the fic!! I know it's short but I figured it's too mushy anyways. Oh, yeah. If you're reading this and decide to continue, you might as well review it. It can be a one-shot, it can develop - you decide!! Just tell me what you want and we'll see. Doesn't matter what the reactions are, just write them, 'k? I'm new here, I probably suck and I want your opinion on how to make it better!! Now go.
1. Flying
He was standing up there, searching for some invisible signs that would tell him he was making a wrong decision. But there weren't any. Even the night was encouraging him to make the last move. The last move. Like in chess he played so often.
«Do it, and the game will be won.»
No, that was only the wind. Yes, this was a right thing to do. No, yes, no, yes. A life made out of protests, doubts, shadows, darkness. And no one knew. Not even his so called friends. No one. Well, there was someone, actually, to be fair.
Someone knew.
And that someone was the reason for this. Better to die than to live in a shadow. He glared back at the open door. Luckilly he was the only one who knew for this open terrace. It looked as if it was made for only this purpose. There were no ballustrades and it was probably the highest platform in all Hogwarts.
He glared back at the open door. Soon, there will be no more pain, suffering and efforts. Things he hated so much. And there won't be the things he loved so much. To die for what you hate and what you love. How yucky melodramatic. And he hated drama. Drama was his life.
Another step. Now he was glaring into dark deep down. He never imagined something could be as tall as this tower. Merlin knows if Dumbledore himself knew for it. Merlin, it was so scary. So what if he was afraid. It would be nothing new. It had to be done, though.
«.Save him.»
No stress, no screams. Calming consciousness of what was about to happen. It felt like flying. Fast flying. Just without a broom. It didn't even hurt long. He felt crucial pain through his whole trembling body for less than a second - in next one he wasn't anymore aware of the darkness around him.