This is a short companion piece to the first chapter of the Dark Harry story I'm currently writing (As yet untitled).
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I don't own Harry Potter.
"You killed her." Was said in such a hollow tone that I look at him, really look at him.
The smile I wear slips off my face when I look into his eyes.
I pushed too far.
I went too far.
I only sought to win, and in so doing brought about my own doom with a smile on my face, assured of my victory.
The girl, the mudblood bitch. She was to be my tool to victory. His other half.
Now I see that she was the tool to my downfall.
I see now, I know now. Oh yes I see.
God help the world.
I feared death once, but now I see. The old fool was right death is not the worst thing to happen.
When I look into the glittering green eye that were the same as when he was a baby I know there are things so much worse than death.
I see things in those green eyes that make me fear life.
I look into those eyes and see death. My death.
I welcome it and I embrace it.
Better dead then live in the world where such darkness lives.
I've done this. This is my doing, the darkness I see.
I created him, not just by killing the mudblood, but also by listing to a prophecy.
Is there a prophecy about him? About her?
Two half's of one whole.
I see now.
She was his anchor in the light. She kept him from slipping into the madness I see now. She kept him from stepping over the edge I gleefully jumped off.
I see now and I fear.
The ropes that had bound him vanish and he stands.
"You killed her." He says again in that same hollow tone that chills even my reptilian blood.
He looks into my eyes and my blood freezes. Such darkness. I see nothing.
No pain, no fear, no sorrow.
He smiles suddenly, her blood dripping down his face; he was a sight that made me want to run. But I can't. I can do nothing but stand and stare at the monster I created.
"Thank you."
I feel his power gather. I feel my skin being ripped from my body but still I stare into his eyes.
I know it is a second but it feels like a lifetime.
I watch him stoop to scoop up her dead body, staring at her lifeless face.
"I'll bring you back." He whispers to her.
He will, he will bring her back. And when he dose, brings back his way to tap into his true power-
God help the world.
Fin,
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Humm, not what I was going for, but it will do. Aren't I the little drama queen? But I have to live up to "She redefines creepy" said by Madm05 (BTW Go read her fic it's in my favourites) Although I'm not sure if it's so much 'creepy' as 'obscure'.
The story this is kind of a teaser for chapter one of my current Dark Harry story, look for it to come out in September. (Maybe if I really feel my muse earlier, but don't count on it.) I'll probably come up with a few more Dark one-shots in-between.
Read and review please even if it's to tell me it's to obscure to understand.