Okay, so I heard this song one time and I got addicted to it. Here's how this oneshot (or many) is going to go: I will write it based off of a song, dropping hints here and there. Your job is to guess the song. I haven't decided what should be rewarded for the winner(s) yet, so bear with me!
First Person
Albus
Warnings: kind of emo, a little sad
Disclaimer: When hell freezes over, I still won't own Harry Potter. I don't own the songs I used as my inspiration. They belong to their respective bands
My heart was broken by his shouts of anger and agony. I never knew he could be so loud; so hurt. That night, I slept singly in our previously shared bed. When I woke up alone, I had everything. A lot of memories I wished I could change, one of which was the memory of last night. My tongue was like a bad dream, which severed our ties like a knife.
Everyone was oblivious to my sadness, I was careful and my pain remained hidden all the time. They ripped me apart like a storm though. It felt like no one really knew me… no one but him. I had A handful of moments I wished I could change…
But I was carried away…
I decided at some point that I needed professional help. I couldn't stop thinking about him… I was a walking imitation of happiness. I was grinning falsely at everything. But the help I needed, I knew wouldn't work. It wasn't on my side.
It can keep all its misery.
I couldn't breathe as I saw him in the crowd, though I beamed at him. I think keeping this up could be dangerous. I'm skin and bone, I'm a rolling stone and the professionals say I'm crazy. There were still tons of recollections I wished I could change…
But I was carried away.
I needed more help; I was still faking my smiles. Though the counselling was supposed to do me some good, it only ever caused more hurt.
It can take back its misery.
"Do you love me?" the blond asked.
"Of course I do" I replied, attaching my mouth to his.
"Albus… I can't do this anymore"
"What?" I asked gently "Why not?"
"I just can't… you seem to love your job more than me"
"Scorp, you know that's not true!" I tried to reassure.
"Do I, Potter?" he asked with a growl. It hurt… he hadn't used my last name like that in a long time.
I pushed him away in anger. "How could you doubt me?" I asked, not raising my voice.
"All you seem to care about is your goddamn Auror position at the Ministry! You never come home for supper! All you do is work, work, and work! It's usually passed midnight when you do get home!" he shouted
"You're and arrogant guy! You better love yourself so no one has to! I'm better off without you! I'll fall asleep without you! You're lucky if your memory remains!" I shouted at him…
I was carried away
My tongue like a bad dream that cut like a knife…..
I sobbed as this recollection came back to my mind. I wiped my eyes as tears poured down my cheeks. The doctor stared at me and waited for me to get myself back together. This wasn't helping. I couldn't stop mocking my smiles. I stood up and grinned, pointing my wand at my head. The treatment was causing me more pain. It was never a friend to me…
"Avada Kedavra"
It can choke on its misery…
A/N: How did you like it? The bolded things are hints. But there are many other hints rather than just the bold ones. Guess the song! It should be fairly easy!