by BlueEyes White Dragon Sorcerer
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Tom Riddle nor do I have any claim on Prelude 12/21 by AFI. If I made money off of this, then I'd be posting like mad.
AN: This song has been pestering me like mad. Stupid emo friends sending me YouTube links. #grumbles# I'm sort of poking at another version with Harry singing it, but it's awkward. This one is much better! XD
Warning: There are two ways to see the end of this fic. One is very angsty and the other is very romantic. It's all in the way you look at things!
This is what I brought you,
This you can keep.
Running, running, running - they couldn't do it enough, not with Death Eaters chasing them. He stumbled and immediately felt his best friends grab his arms, pulling him along. They couldn't afford to stop now and they couldn't lose Harry.
This is what I brought
You may forget me.
Just managing to lose those chasing them, they hid in an old, dusty room. Stumbling backwards, Harry found himself with his back to the wall and his hand on something metal. That wasn't totally unexpected except that the metal was warm.
I promise to depart,
Just promise one thing,
A hand touched his. Head snapping up, green eyes widened at the sight.
Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.
Tom Riddle stood before him, hand on his. Taking a chance, Harry glanced at his two friends. They were hidden and waiting, seemingly completely oblivious to his plight.
"Harry," he heard Tom whisper. Turning back to Riddle, he found him almost uncomfortably close. His hand was lifted, still holding the warm metal.
"This is what I brought you,
This you can keep.
This is what I brought you,
May forget me.
I promise you my heart,
Just promise to sing,
Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep."
Before he could do anything but gasp, Riddle's lips touched his and the sudden sensation of something warm floating in through his mouth startled him. Opening his eyes that he hadn't realized had slipped shut, Harry found Riddle gone. Neither Ron nor Hermione had noticed.
Slytherin's locket was cold in his hand.
Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh
Voldemort lay at his feet. The Dark Lord was dead, defeated. Everyone present was cheering after witnessing their nightmare duel their champion and lose. He had fought alone and lost alone.
Everything would be ok now.
Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.
All present were too distracted to notice the tear slipping down their champion's face.
This is what I thought,
I thought you need me.
Sitting at their dining room table, Harry has his arms propped up on the smooth wood, metal warmed by his hands not a foot from his face. His eyes are closed as he sits in silence. Tongue darting out to wet his lips, he exhales shakily.
The sun is setting, but no one will come. It may have been years since the event, but he can still feel Tom's hand on his. The stale air hovered about them, holding them in a timeless moment. Forever, it was caught in his memories.
Arms wrap around him from behind, startling him. When the familiar voice sounds, he relaxes.
"This is what I thought,
So think me naive.
I promised you a heart,
You promised to keep,"
Turning in the embrace, Harry is ready for the kiss this time and leans into it, accepting it. He is lifted and pressed back into the smooth wood, eyes closed in bliss. Riddle presses down into him, caught between his thighs. Because of this, he doesn't see the wand and the spell is wordless.
"Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep."
Then, without any warning, he is pierced.
Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh
Hours later, he is still laying on the kitchen table, unmoving in the darkness. The locket is nowhere to be seen.
Kiss my eyes and lay me to... Sleep.