Hide And Seek – Imogen Heap
WARNING: Graphic Character Death, X-over, and EMO!Harry
Harry was dizzy. His vision was swimming and the boy couldn't seem to focus. There was just blood – everywhere. Wasted bodies of friends and enemies alike littered the floors around him – the battlefield stretching on for miles. Grass – once soft and green – was now carpeted by death. Slung under a nearby oak tree our old study place Hermoine lay on her back, right arm missing and eyes glassy. Harry didn't move. He simply stood and stared, ignoring the sounds of celebration behind him. They didn't care. Harry glanced down – wondering for the first time who he was standing on. The loses were so great that this battlefield didn't have a single empty inch. No innocence left here. Beneath his trembling feet was Seamus, only recognizable by his blood stained blond hair as the rest of his face had been blown away – apparently. The intruding sounds of happiness were drawing nearer as the party approached to congratulate him. Not a bit… Luna was floating back up in the lake, Ron's blasted remains spread over the entire field, Neville seemed to have lost his head. And the celebration drew closer still. They don't care a bit. Harry closed his eyes briefly before opening again, sweeping smoothly over the graveyard of his childhood. The boy – who should have been a child still at the tender age of 15 – spared a look at the party – who's rough outline he could see from here – before chancing a final look at his friend – who shouldn't have died like this, so early, so innocent. He clenched his fists tight, wild dark hair somewhat flat on one side from when he'd been laying amongst the dead. Tired eyes – ringed by black from his newly formed insomnia- closed as Harry felt his previous, overemotional tendencies leave him with every step that bloody circus took. He slipped cold, unfeeling hands in the pockets of his dark jeans to retrieve the business card he knew was there. It stated in plain type – Quillish Whammy, founder of Whammy's House Orphanage. Harry considered the name with wide eyes, head tilted to the side owlishly. The man had offered him a new start – a new life. New sounded good to him – a new life and a new name. He shot a look at Dumbledore's approaching celebratory march – who Harry knew would be trekking over the crest of the hill that hide him from view at any second. They didn't care. Tightening his grip on the card, the boy turned dark eyes away from everything – staring emotionlessly at the stark contrast of a black on white card against a battlefield backdrop as he whispered his new name softly. "Lawilet."
Dumbledore increased the speed of his step at instill himself at the front of the pack – anxious to see Harry's triumphant face, to see that the boy had erased his greatest mistake. At the zenith of the steep hill, the old man looked out to see nothing but blood and bodies.
A.N: This is the first of a set I'm starting in January - consider this a way to wet your appitite until then. Basically I'm going to be doing a short drabble based on randomly selected songs from my own playlist with a new drabble every time I get bored. At the begining of each drabble I will list the song and artist alone with any warnings for that particular story. Now to the drabble - kudos to those of you who picked up on my insinuation and if you didn't pick up on it - please feel free to pm me and I'll explain it. Please let me know what you think!