What's up Ya'll! I'm back from the beach with an awesome tan and a new fanfic. This is inspired by Overgrowth, so if you haven't read it yet, get out of my fanfic, read it, and only then may you come back. Anyway... Enjoy!
Harry Potter and the Red Death's Flower.
Prologue
It's dark. Why is it so dark? She felt like she could float for eons, yet still never see or feel anything ever again. She tried to reach out in front of her. Nothing. She tried to call out. She tried to just turn her gaze. Nothing. Lastly she tried to remember what happened.
Her last memory was of someone warm holding her cold body. They spoke with a soft, sad tone. Who were they? Why were they so sad?
'Sweetheart...?'
The word echoed in the back of her mind, stopping all thoughts, ending all questions. It sounded like a scream in the dark, empty void.
Her Red Death...
The Flowers...
She...
She died...
It all came crashing down on her.
She had died multiple times, refusing to FIGHT, instead giving MERCY. Sparing and running. She befriended everyone eventually. Even Asgore.
But at a price...
The small yellow Flowers that bloomed each time she died,poisoned her. Their roots clung onto her bones, preventing her from moving them. They slowly destroyed her. Her ability to see, her ability to move.
Her ability to breath.
Halfway through their journey, the Flowers began to bloom in her lungs. they hurt more than anything the monsters could do to her. It was almost too painful to breath...
But of course her Red Death anything about was worried enough as it was, trying to keep her, Flowey, and himself alive.
In the end, she suffocated. The Flowers were to thick, to many, so she used her last breath to comfort her Red Death and set the monsters free.
So this was her final death...
The end to her story...
Wasn't it...?
