DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR LES MISERABLES!
One Last Breath
Oh yeh, I have been imagining this for agess now, so I think I have to write it because it actually really upsets me so...yeh!
Imagine Harry has fallen from a curse in the middle of a battle. It's night and it's raining. Voldemort rushes over and takes Harry into his arms.
"I have always loved you, you know..." Harry told Voldemort, with a fond smile on his face as he let his fingers stroke Voldemort's cheek.
"I know." Voldemort replied, bringing one of Harry's palms to his lips and kissing it. A few of the older man's tears ran down Harry's palm and the boy smiled.
"Don't you fret, my lord...Thomas
I don't feel any pain
A little fall of rain
Can hardly hurt me now
You're here, that's all I need to know
And you will keep me safe
And you will keep me close
And rain will make the flowers grow..."
Voldemort cradled Harry in his arms, kissed his cheek and looked into his eyes with determination.
"But, you will live Harry dear God above!
If I could heal your wounds with words of love..."
Harry smiled another fond smile, and sighed in contempt.
"Just hold me now and let it be
Shelter me, comfort me..."
Voldemort shed a few more tears as he watched Harry close his eyes.
"Hush-a-bye, dear Harry,
You won't feel any pain
A little fall of rain
Can hardly hurt you now
I'm here"
Harry sighs with happiness.
"I will stay with you
Till you are sleeping"
Harry's heart beat slows, and he gives Voldemort one last glance, before closing his eyes once more.
"And rain..."
Voldemort hugs Harry closer to him, letting his tears fall into Harry's black locks.
And rain...
Harry's voice quivers and he just manages to get out:
"Will make the flowers..."
"Will make the flowers...
Voldemort looks down at Harry and sees his chest has stopped moving and his heart has stopped. Voldemort chokes on his tears, as he lets his lips linger on Harry's forehead.
"grow..."