AN: This is a sad little Oneshot... have been wanting to write it for ages...
Hope you enjoy...
FireAtWill52.
Dance with the devil:
"We are creatures of the underworld... we cannot afford to love." From the 'Moulin Rouge.'
Hogwart's was holding a masquerade. Even the castle itself was masked; the decorations, sculptures, music and laughter distracted any onlookers from seeing the fear in the people's eyes.
A young girl was slowly descending the staircase. Clothed all in white, with a golden halo on her head, a silver harp in her hands, and a pair of white wings on her shoulders, with her long red hair falling in loose curls down her back, it was obvious to everyone she was angel. Behind her came another girl, dressed in an iridescent dress of varying shades of pink, with a silver tiara on her head. She walked on the arm of a boy; with red hair that matched the girl's who was walking ahead of him. He was wearing chain mail, with a scarlet tunic emblazoned with a golden lion over the top, and a gold crown on his head, and a sword buckled at his side; they were evidently a prince and princess.
The three spent the night laughing a joking and dancing and trying to be happy. But the fear behind their eyes was so strong, they did not fool anyone.
Finally, the news they'd been dreading came. A boy was dead. The princess burst into tears, and ran, the prince ran after her, tears streaming from his own eyes as he hurried to subdue her. Their crowns fell from their heads as they ran, and the clatter they made when they hit the ground was hollow and cruel. The angle stood slowly, and walked out through the heavy oaken front doors, into the cold night. She left a trail behind her, as she walked along obviously; a golden halo hung from a rose bush, a harp left lying on a stone bench, a pair of white wings laid open against the ground.
The girl walked until feelings sunk in, then she began run. She ran and ran until she could run no more. Then she collapsed to the ground and cried, with her arms about her knees, and her hair cascading around her like a veil.
A boy stood watching, not to far away. He leant against the trunk of an elm tree and watched the angel cry. He was clothed all in black. After watching the angel for a time, he stepped from the shadows and walked towards her. She looked up at him through her white mask, and he looked down at her through his black. Would you like to dance? She hesitated, and then accepted, and he helped her to her feet again.
And so, that night, under the silver moon, bathed in starlight and never saying a word, the angel danced with the devil. Then the sun rose, and the night receded and the blond haired demon spoke. I killed him. It was me. It's my fault. I'm sorry. The angel felt dread and rage and heartbreak rising within. Why? Why did you... how could you... she could not continue, the pain was too much. Because I love you. She could not frame a reply. So she simply raised her wand, and whispered two words. Avada Kedavra. Green light flashed, and the devil looked at her with tears in his eyes. Then he fell to the ground and was still.
The angel turned around and walked away. Whoever though that angel's were too good to kill was wrong. She had just proven that. Anyone could end a life; whether they were angel or devil... it only took two words, after all.
Fin.
Well, what do you think?
Hope you enjoyed...
Adios, FireAtWill52 :)