Disclaimer: You know... this could be mine, since there's not much mention of the HP world... Damn. It's not.


Peter Pettigrew - War

You hope this war is worth winning.

Because it's a big sacrifice. You wonder if you would have done it for anyone else.

You hope he keeps by his promise. But you know he doesn't.

Not then, not now.

Not ever.

It wouldn't have mattered if it was all just black and white.

But you know nothing is black and white.

It's not two dimensional. It's real. It's hard.

It's pain.

Because the blood drips from where hands used to be.

And that's not all.

Because it slides down the mold, and it lubricates it.

And that's war for you.

Nothing is real anymore.

It's gone. And the emptiness throbs with the cold.

It's all gone and you can't keep going.

It was the dim darkness before dawn.

Every. Single. Step.

It was all illuminated for you.

But now it's near midnight, and you can't see the steps anymore.

You cry.

Please, please, help.

He said he would.

But promises aren't easy – in times like this, they don't exist.

Hope. Is. Gone.

Somewhere along the way, you wondered if you knew it was going to end like this.

Remember.

You did.

You must have known.

And that's war for you.


A/N: Somebody review!!!!!!!!!!!