By C-Chan.
Author's Note: I don't own the characters of Harry Potter, sadly and 10 points and a sucker for the person who can guess who the victim is and who the murder is and which lines give them away.
Your so beautiful, my darling. So so beautiful. And yet you cry. You sit in front of me and cry like the weakling you are. People like you I was taught to step on as I made my way up. The weak are there to make the strong look stronger.
And yet you are the first one I haven't stepped on, my little dove. Because I can't. Damn you. Why do you do this to me? You don't know you're crying of course. You can't feel the warm glistening tears as they stream down your face, can you? No, you're eyes are closed and you won't answer me.
They are small your tears. I put my hand to your cheek and wipe one away. My darling. It's time. I'm sorry. It's your time. I wouldn't let them do this unless I knew you'd be all right in the end. It won't be long now. You'll come back, right?
Now I am crying. What if you don't? You always were the one I loved. I swear. I never loved anyone as much as I love you and you're all right. And you'll be fine. You'll be fine. You'll be fine. You'll be fine. You'll be fine. You'll be fine.
You look so pretty when you cry, you look small, fragile, innocent, just like everyone thinks I am. You're sun-touched hair used to glow in the dark. But now it doesn't. It was always just the moon. You're hair doesn't glow anymore. It's been dyed red. Just like the rest of you.
You look so pretty coved in blood. So so pretty. I've never seen you so beautiful before. So…Pure. The blood just adds to it. You're pale face is even paler. A splash of blood is on your nose. I lean forward and lick it away. Still you don't answer me.
Did it hurt when I stuck the knife in? Answer me dammit! Why won't you answer? You're still crying. Why won't you stop? Tell me where it hurts? Talk to me! Talk to me! Talk to me! Some one's coming. It won't be long now.
They are taking me away from you. WHY WON'T YOU ANSWER ME?!? They are taking you away. The blood leaves a trail. I want to follow it. Why wont you open your eyes? Why are they handcuffing me? Why?