A Winter to Fall

by Ironically Yours

Hate could corrupt beauty, but love was the elixir, born to birth again that unfailing adoration. The hideous, lonely world had been his playground, his whimsical fairy tale, of a boy far from the life he had once known… -A drabble for Write the Wrong-

Title: A Winter to Fall

Author: Ironically Yours

Fandom: Harry Potter

Notes: I'm finally getting around to posting some of the final pieces for the Write the Wrong contest… This was a drabble for the fourth round, I believe. We were given a list of fandoms, and told to write a short drabble on it- but the catch was we were not to reveal what fandom we selected, and instead had to rely on description to convey everything. I struggled to keep it short, and it the end, I still lost some points for it being too long. ^^" Try to guess who's who.

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The snow danced through the breeze, or perhaps what had been his last breath… but the frigid paradise showed no signs of mourning, despite the fallen hero.

A single pale figure sat; gold and gray offering the only color in the scene. A heart pounded a beat for the ice; regret recalling how still his heart was. It would never sing again.

The world had never deserved such adoration, or such a sacrifice. The snow held nothing to those two flames- fire like the grass on a warm summer's day. The hideous earth had been his fairy tale; he had been the light in a story of ill-intentions. It was agony to never have had that love.

A mournful smile graced a pale face, a boy lost without the reviled prince he desired. If only the world could remain as it was, frozen endlessly in time. There could be no warmth without the sun.

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