Silence
A/N: A short, emotional piece. Warning – it is dark. M for a reason.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter books or anything affiliated with them. They are the sole property of JKR.
Love is often too silent and lonely. It creeps up out of the most unlikely of places. It is rhyme and reason, doubt and certainty, and all the beauty of the world. But, love can destroy, it can tear down civilizations. Love is power that can choose either way, love is something that can kill.
Love may look on unexpectedly, its silver eyes shinning ready, echoing malice. Or it may be reflected green – startling boldness, clarity. Hands may join together, vows uttered softly as his breath meets the back of his pale neck, whispering I love you.
Or love can look on sadly as he cries over his still body, silver tears trickling to mix with his blood, the matted black hair. Never to be seen again, or touched, felt or tasted. A relationship that will always be preserved as a secret, remembered as nothing – it never existed.
Then, love has the power to destroy; to conquer the spirit, the mind, and the body. Then, love will drive you mad, until all love becomes is a dream, a fantasy world. But, he'll still live in that world as the rest of the world celebrates, he'll wish to be dead as the rest of the world is being reborn. It will be the Dark Ages and a Renaissance all in one.
His body will be useless, a shell only harboring memory. Everyday he'll relive the battle, wishing to know why it had gone so wrong, what could have gone differently. Until one day he won't be able to take it anymore – the silence. He won't wish to dwell any longer on that borderline, that edge of reason.
They found the body of him that same day – hanging limply from the tree in the yard – surrounded by so much green it was almost breathtaking. Somehow, it fitted him, the green. But, no one knew why he did it – the spy that had saved so many lives, the spy that had been declared a hero. There was no clue except for the note, carved in silver ink on the tree: love is often too silent and lonely.
