Living & Dying
By: dracos mistress
All that I'm living for
The pitch black of the sky outside the window reflected his feelings perfectly.
Empty and alone.
But this had been what he wanted. He had distanced himself from all others, just so he could achieve something that others only dreamed of.
And now it was threatened by a mere 17 year old boy.
He had wanted victory his whole life. The small sacrifices he had made now seemed to be much bigger as the very end was coming into view.
It would not end in his downfall, but Harry Potter's.
All that I'm dying for
Pain burst through his scar. The dream ended in his screams, drowning out all other sounds.
Harry Potter awoke, his head throbbing in pain. He had been having the dream again, the dream where he and Voldemort were battling to the death.
His death.
The room that had once been warm was now cold as ice as Harry laid back and recounted the dream.
What would he have been dying for? Justice? Freedom? He knew that it would not be revenge if he was the one to die.
No, Voldemort had to be the one to leave.
'Neither can live while the other survives…' These were the words that the Death Eaters were chanting behind him. A part of the prophecy.
Harry felt silent tears roll down his cheeks. Why did it have to be him? Why did he have to be the one to die?
All that I can't ignore alone at night
He couldn't help but feel afraid. The darkness had always terrified him. Death and destruction were always there wherever he went.
But this was what Lord Voldemort was all about. These were the things he enjoyed doing; maiming, killing, torturing. Tom Marvolo Riddle had disappeared and had been replaced, permanently. Nothing would ever change that.
Anger and bitterness were the only emotions he felt. Fear was a weakness, a weakness that had no necessity being in his body.
He couldn't ignore it any longer.
All that I'm wanted for
He was only a necessity, a tool used to kill Voldemort. After the war ended he wouldn't be needed. People wouldn't need a hero.
'Unwanted…' he mumbled. That was how he felt. Unwanted by friends, unwanted by people he didn't even know.
'Unnecessary…' He would never survive. The Chosen One would be the Chosen One to die.
Although I wanted more
He stared at his reflection in the mirror. Pale and skeletal. Red eyes with slits for pupils, barely any nostrils. He looked like a snake.
He remembered every accomplishment he had made; in school and out. The Potter's had been his greatest, almost eliminating the threat to him. Almost, but he was close to eliminating it entirely.
He was not done with life. Not yet. He still had so much more evil to accomplish. A whole world to rid of filth and impurity. No, no he would not be the one to die.
Lock the last open door- my ghosts are gaining on me
The tears continued to fall down his cheeks. But he wouldn't wipe them away. He needed them to shed his fears.
Staring down at the album he held in his hands he looked at the people he had lost.
'Mum…Dad…Sirius…Dumbledore…' he whispered. All four looked at him, their pictures moving around in the frames. Staring unblinkingly, unwavering. His loved ones.
A fierce pride erupted in his chest. He would not be the one to fear. Not this time. Voldemort had already had his fill of evil. Justice was needed.
Justice for his parents…
Justice for Sirius…
Justice for Dumbledore…
Miles away from each other, words were spoken at the same time.
'I will not fail.'
A/N: Kinda choppy…but I thought it showed the emotions pretty good.
You gotta tell me xD
Good? Bad?
I'm dying to know!
I only used the chorus for this.
If you want the full lyrics,
Just look up: All That I'm Living For by Evanescence on Google
As always,
R&R
xx Devon
