my new years resolution is to COMPLETE A FIC. i've NEVER in my entire life finished ONE fic (besides my one and only oneshot). i will finish this...eventually...
the blood was pounding in my head. My legs, almost to the point of giving out, were numb and rigid. a ghostly green light from above guided my feet down an otherwise invisible path.
I could feel very little sense of presence. i was blinded, blinded horribly by my foolishness and lack of logic. All i could see was the old man's face, cold and forever reclusive, but calm and almost careless, and i despised it. i knew only one thing: that i had to keep going on, that i couldn't turn back...i couldn't..lights were flying back and forth all around me, there were multiple, rythmic poundings behind me, but i didn't, i couldn't, care.
words played inside of my head, over and over again, and i had not control of them.
killing is not as easy as the innocent believe...come over to the right side, you are not a killer...
i stopped, realized what had happened, what i had done, more so what i had not done.
a man was dead, as was planned...but i had not done it.
a freezing, shaky hand pressed into my back, urging me to go on. i tried to shove it away, hating its owner. my anger for him surged uncontrollably and i flailed wildly, trying to release my wrist from his newly formed grasp.
"Go!" said a harsh voice, sounding desperate. "Go! now! get off the grounds!"
i understood perfectly, but i almost couldn't, it was taking me all i had to obey. at another cry of Go!, i scrambled towards the loom of trees just up ahead, deeming it as my only safe place. i thrust out a trembling palm and forced open the gate, but i couldn't help it, i chanced a peek behind me.
the site was overwhelming. flames rose higher than the trees of the forest, licking everything within reach and beginning to spread. the flashes, which in any other case would've seemed highly amusing, forced my heart into an uncomfortably fast-paced rhythm.
the shadow that had followed me had at long last stopped and turned to look at someone else, the face of whom i couldn't make out clearly, and i almost cried out with gratitude. "GO!" he yelled for the last time, and it was with pained reluctance that i slipped through the opening, and turned, leaving the fires, the screams, the lights...
my body was thrown roughly to the ground, the landscape was silent, no one screamed,
there were no flashing, speeding lights of green, and i actually did cry out, feeling a rush of gratitude so inexplanable...it was then, and only then, when my head cleared out enough to piece together the small clues i was left with and realize just what had happened, to realize that after all this time, Dumbledore had died...he was killed...and though i kept trying not to let myself will it, i was angry, i was upset...i was...was i?...sorry...
oh wow...ok then. i'm done for now. i WILL NOT forget my resolution...
R&R please.
yours forever
AnimeCake