Hey there friends. I know, I know, long time no write, eh? Well, just to let you know, I'm going to try my best with continuing what I started. This little thing popped into my head during my English exam today. Less than 400 words. I haven't written in a while, so I'll bet it's pretty raw. Hope you enjoy, anyway, though.
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He was standing on the balcony of the fourth floor. His back was turned to her, but his black robes stood out against the cold morning frost. Lonely stained hands gently rested on the barrier.
"Severus?" A pale man with dark, haunted eyes turned to face the voice. Its owner was looking at him with concern. "Severus, you can't stay out here forever…" The voice was desperate, trying to bring him back. He remained silent for a moment, as if contemplating the right words to say.
"I have failed, Minerva," he croaked. His whole body seemed to sag with that statement. Minerva sighed sympathetically.
"Severus…the blame doesn't rest with you. No one knew this would happen." Minerva straightened herself, expecting Severus to follow suit.
"No one knew this would happen?" A sudden ferocity shone in his eyes as he clenched his fists. "Was this not what we'd expected to happen from the start? Are you trying to say that you're playing innocent in the plan WE'D ALL AGREED TO?!" Severus saw Minerva flinch at his words, but he didn't care. He didn't care about anything anymore. He was completely broken. He didn't want to argue about it, either. "Are you saying he, no, I deserve this?!" He whispered with a deadly sense of viciousness. Shoving past her, he made his way back inside.
Severus headed toward his quarters, glaring fiercely at any student who got in his way. He barked out the password and, upon reaching the interior, collapsed onto the cold floor. A mocking grin made its way to his face as he realized that he was currently in the position he'd found himself in just last night. Indeed, looking around he saw the papers strewn about on the floor. Trembling, heart-pounding, he picked up the copy of last night's special run of The Daily Prophet. Splayed on the cover was a picture of something—someone—so grossly disfigured he was almost unrecognizable. His heart clenched, and his vision blurred. Slowly, Severus traced the border of the photo as he read the headline: BOY-WHO-LIVED LIVES NO MORE.
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