Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize from the Harry Potter books.
A/N: This was just an idea I got yesterday. I hope you like it.
The words in italics are bits of memories.
His Saviour
Dark.
Cold. So cold.
No, not again, not here! He hadn't done anything, really!
Screaming.
His.
Others.
His.
So cold.
Kill the spare!
He couldn't be here. Not again. No!
Cold, everything cold. Cold walls, cold floor, cold inside.
So, so cold inside.
Screaming.
His.
All his.
Take Harry and go!
He wanted out. He was clawing at the walls, the bars, everything. No use.
Avada Kedavra. Avada Kedavra. Avada Kedavra.
Silence.
His silence.
Was he mad?
The cold came again. Always the cold.
Noo, Harry, wait!
Screaming.
Not his.
Others.
Forever. For always. Always here, always cold.
Memories. Bits of memories. His memories?
Everything confused.
Who was he? He was... just him.
Cold. So cold.
He wanted out. He was clawing at his arms, his neck.
Almost. Almost out.
Screaming.
His.
His again.
Pain. His arms. Not out. Useless.
How could you? Why?
Cold, always cold.
Pain, pain inside. Hopeless.
Silence.
His.
All his.
Curl up and die. He wished he could.
Whimpering.
His.
Who was he?
Nothing. He was nothing.
Black. All black. All dark. All cold.
No! I didn't! Please! I didn't! Please!
Pain inside. Despair. Not only his. From everywhere. Hopeless, everything hopeless.
Screaming.
All others.
Not his.
Not anymore.
What have we here? Harry Potter...
His fault.
All his fault.
All his.
Always all his.
Cold. So cold. What is cold? Cold is everything. Nothing else than cold.
Memories. All gone.
Voices. In his head. He didn't understand them, he didn't care.
Cold. Pain. Hopeless, all hopeless, always.
Never. Never out. Always here.
What? Warm, light... out?
He was lying on something soft. He turned around and saw red. Red hair.
And it all came back.
He was out and she was his saviour.