ROSES
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. That simple.
A/N: If this appears similar to anything you've ever read, I apologize. And as far as I know the poem at the bottom is of my own creation, but who really knows, something may have given me the idea. Like I said sorry if anything appears similar.
I run my hand across his cheek slowly, wiping away tears that would never come. As a man, he was too proud to cry, even though he kneels before me, weak with fatigue, knowing he is at death's door.
"Why…?" he whispered softly, his voice filled with anguish. "How could you? How could you betray us like this?" His voice strikes a chord in my heart, but I do not falter.
I run my hand through his hair. Even soaked with sweat and blood it still has a smooth and silky texture. Or perhaps that is just a memory of days long gone by. "Why does anyone do what they do?" I ask him in return, albeit rhetorically. "Sometimes the lust for power is just too strong."
"Was your love a cover as well? Your friendship a fake?" Though weak, his voice sends daggers into my heart. Yet I do not falter. I am too far-gone.
"I never meant to fall in love with you." I answer him slowly. "It was an accident. It was…. true though. I do indeed have feelings for you."
He looks at me, his eyes hard with betrayal and ice. "Yet you stand on the wrong side," he whispered.
"I am too far down this path. There is no redemption for me." My answer is true, and it hurts me as much as it hurts him. My hand trails out of his hair, down his cheek, to his chin, cupping it for a moment, then off his face. I pause, wondering whether or not to say it. I decide to. "I am truly sorry." I whisper.
The curse comes out of my mouth, striking him down. His eyes which at one time held such joy, and humor at the beginning of his life, and so full of betrayal at the end, were now lifeless and cold.
I turn my back on him and walk away. A solitary tear track down my dirty face is the only hint of regret over my actions.
Two roses,
Connected at the tip,
Stems entwined.
The thorns of one,
Slowly killing the other.
Much like my love,
Which is killing you slowly.
FIN
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Amethyst Dragonrose