DICLAIMER: Own neither song or characters.
One shot.
And they say that a hero would save us I'm not gonna stand here and wait I'll hold onto the wings of the eagles And watch as they all fly away
They told them that fighting it was like dancing with the devil below marble skies. And it was really. While they were standing still as shattered stone below black rain.
"Bow to death, Harry."
But it's all over now. It is over. The hail and miseries.
Except there has never any rain so dark it stained and dripped down the side of the emerald eyed boys rigid face like tainted blood itself. His own tainted blood.
"Bow to death, Harry." But he won't use the Imperius. He knows he can't.
The world is in shadow again. Lost and happy. Terrified and disbelieving. Free but condemned. Haunted.
But no one was there to see it.
So no one believes.
"Bow to death, Harry." But he won't use the Imperius. He knows he can't. He sneers. "You will not join me and live… but neither are you willing to die. You really must learn not be so insolent." The reply to the rasping is nothing but the rain fighting the shadows.
But they believe.
"Speak, boy!"
And no one can see the boys lying there so cold. Alone. But so very damn alive.
"Foolish child!"
The last chance amongst the boy had emerged from the web of lies spun for him so willingly.
"Potter, the brave, brave savoir."
But this is not the voice of nightmares or enchanted dreams, but one so close and almost warm. But only almost.
Someone told me Love would all save us But, how can that be Look what love gave us A world full of killing And blood spilling That world never came
And, you can see the way the last strength brakes and dies in his eyes because of the way that voice is welcoming death for himself.
Not even for both of them. Just to die.
"If children are still given to me so willingly, does this forever seal my victory…? Why, I think perhaps it does."
Sad eyes waited for death to claim him from under the thick shroud of tainted ebony blood.
"After everything…" he's saying, his voice so close to braking with effort. "…You want to die?"
"Bow to death, Harry."
Guided by the light of the iridescent moon that wasn't really colourful at all. Just beautiful.
"Do you think they will find us?"
Yes.
And they say that a hero would save us I'm not gonna stand here and wait I'll hold onto the wings of the eagles and Watch as they all fly away
Yes.
"Do you think they will find us? Bow to death boy, I'll make it easy on you. You're all alone."
"Don't quote him."
"Okay."
"You mean… you won't?"
A tear hit the dirt. "No. I won't. Just this once."
But only that once, just because he was saying goodbye.
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The end.