A.N.: I don't own Harry Potter or any other of the characters, they belong to Rowling. Only the insanity is my own.
One Moment Of A BeatingHeart
By Pagosto McNasty
Thump-thump
His heartbeat drownes out every sound.
The world around him turnes to slow-motion, as he sees his Godfather limply fall through the Veil.
Thump-thump
He doesn't hear his own voice screaming his Godfather's name.
He doesn't realize, that in the moment that his heart needs to beat, he looses control.
Simply and utterly looses control.
Thump-thump
Tears falling freely, numbness is what is claiming him.
He would never be aware of his throat becoming raw, as he continues to scream his anguish, despair and anger out.
Thump-thump
His magic flew like pulsing shockwave from him, sending everyone, friend and foe equally, to the ground.
All of them, even the murderer of his Godfather, clutch at their hearts as his magic forces them to feel what he feels.
Thump-thump
His magic starts to form an aura around him, the air around him begins to pick up, forming a blood-red vortex, until ist suddenly Stopps.
Thump-thump
For a second, the whole world stood still, literally.
Thump-thump
The murderer, which tears are falling freely, acknowledges the despair she causes, crawles forward until she reaches the feet of the one she just wronged and pleads for his forgiveness.
Thump-thump
Suddenly his gaze snaps into her direction, his magic lifts her into the air, not longer a tool but an extention of his intent and will, bringing her to eye-level.
Thump-thump
His eyes, ones of the deepest emerald, now hollow and empty, bore deeper into her core as any bounding ritual ever could.
Thump-thump
His despair becomes her despair. His wish for death becomes her wish for death.
In the middle of this surreal moment their minds become one and as to seal it for eternity she nods her head in understanding.
Thump-thump
His magic sets her back onto the ground.
Both turned to the Veil, subconsciously taking each others Hands.
And after one last look, into his dull, mournful but still beautiful eyes, they stepped through to be never seen again.
Thump-thump
Is all what remains.
Thump-thump
The beating of a heart.