Certainly, this is a WTF moment. Lately I haven't been able to write a single word and, when forced, this is what comes out. This! Dear Gods, this is crap! What the fuck, Self?
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There were no words for it. Pain...maybe, but, no, it didn't hurt in the way that Pain requested. Still, as Harry Potter lowered his hand down his chest, where so many eyes on the field were drawn to with horror or contentment, two things struck him. He knew that even if there wasn't Pain, there was something wrong. And, for the first real time in his life, he fully understood the disturbance of the knowledge that many people with him today, at this very moment, truly wanted him dead. Gone. Moved on. Vanquished.
He'd never thought of it before...but to be here one moment, than completely gone the next...not locked away somewhere or sleeping under some sort of magic. Just...gone.
Someone behind him was laughing a strained laugh that ended in a choke death. Gone.
A green spell scorched the air as it flew by him, hitting a Hogwarts student, robed in black and blue, who went down without a sound. Gone.
More people here wanted him gone than saved, somehow he could feel this and knew it was true.
Before him, red eyes filled with cheer traveled up his body and back down to his chest, where his very own hand could feel the wand, warmed and colored by his own blood, out of place in his body.
Everywhere, people were going, vanishing from this world. Just like the robed student, most of them were young, some even younger than himself.
The red eyed before him vanished, replaced by a young man that looked so life himself, no longer laughing manically, but silent, somber. This young man had too disappeared young. Many people thought it was immortality but, no, he was gone forever too.
Harry drew the young man close, chest to chest, face to face. "We're gone." he whispered. His blood coursed through the wand that wasn't his and a wave of dizziness hit him. He felt tired, so tired now. Surely, too tired to exist anymore. "Avada Kedavra ..."
And they were both gone, much to quickly to here to cry's from everyone on that night, everyone wanted at least one of them Gone.
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*lowers head in shame*
I can't believe I wrote that. But hopefully, I repeat, HOPEFULLY, this will open up my flood gates for writing. If not...well, counseling is not out of the picture...