A/N: This is a kind of spur of the moment one-shot that sort of came to me whilst talking about depressing fanfiction to my friend. It is un-beta'd but I hope you enjoy! Please review!!
A View from an Onlooker
(Dedicated to my amazingly awesome friend James!! You emo fish XD)
I saw him, just sitting there. Not moving an inch. Every surrounding piece of life had stilled. No birds were cheeping, no fish were swimming, and if one listened closely enough, they would have heard, just like I did, the sounds of the enemy's wands hit the damp muddy grass, as they admitted defeat. He just sat there, collapsed in the middle of the previous chaos, stunned and shocked at what he had just done, and witnessed. It was over.
The dark atmosphere surrounding the battlefield was lifting, but only slightly as the overcast clouds moved over the spiralling castellations of the castle behind. The ominous tension began to force people into action and, slowly, everything came back to life. Everything and everyone but him. The tall dark ebony-haired boy, crouching in the middle of it all. And then I heard it. The noise that will forever strike at my heart. The noise that pierced the silence like a knife. That first heart wrenching cry, cast into the dead of the night.
Several hours later, when the masses of people had dispersed off back to the comfort of their own homes, I could still see him sitting there; endless screams come from him, wishing for some release from the pain. I hadn't moved from my spot, safely secluded within the tall towering trees of the forbidden forest, not seen by him or any of his friends trying to persuade him to leave. But he just sat there. Refusing to leave the site that shred his heart in pieces.
The sun had started to rise, creating a blood red morning skyline, when the first signs of movement were made by that lonely little boy. I could hear soft murmurs come from him, drifting on the wind if I listened. Murmurs to those in another world, about how he had failed. About how, despite all the good deeds done by him in his short life, nothing was ever going to be the same again. How nothing could ever redeem himself from this.
I moved up closer, wary of staying in the little shadow there was left. The sight of what met my eyes next will be forever etched into my memory. Large pools of blood surrounded him, staining the nearby grass. One would, on first inspection, assume that the blood loss was from a major injury, however I knew different. A glimmer of reflected light caught my eye, originating from within the painted grass. Looking up, I could clearly see the deep gashes across his forearms, blood trickling out incessantly.
What happened next would always be a bit of a blur. The ebony-haired boy looked straight up, looking ahead, his emerald eyes dull and lifeless, softly stating, "Mum, Dad, I'm sorry". Taking the blood stained knife in his hand, he plunged it quickly through his heart, effectively ending his young life.
No-one would discover their saviour until hours later once the blood had stopped spilling.