This is a one shot, which, basically, is useless. Not exactly useless… It may prove you that I am still depressed . But you already know it. Why useless? I don't know, it is the first adjective that I have been able to think of when someone asked me to qualify this one-shot.
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to JKR - what a surprise. Except the song, "10th man down," which I borrowed to Nightwish. A great song… And… do you think anyone would be willing to pay me for writing things like this? I don't want to be paid, because I don't want the person who pays me to tell what I have to write.
POV: Harry and a Death Eater. But it can be anyone. I wrote it on the assumption that the Death Eater's POV was Lucius' – my little obsession… ;-)
Note: As a French girl, I don't speak English fluently. Please, help me and tell me if I made any mistakes. Thanx.
Quite nasty, so tighten your belt. And if you don't like blood, just quit this page.
Tenth man down
Pain. Screams. The War has begun and Death is here, her scythe at the ready.
Today shall be her harvest day.
Today I killed, he was just a boy
Eight before him I knew them all
Death is surrounding me, blinding me with mortal coil.
I am covered in blood. My blade's dripping. I have no choice.
In the fields a dying oath
I killed them all to save my own
I kill to save my own life. I want to protect the ones I love but I can't help but striking, ever and ever again.
Adrenaline is running in my veins while my blood is beating like mad in my ears. I hear nothing but horrendous screams. I want to get away, but every step I have a new adversary.
I can't smell anything but blood, fear and fire.
Got me free bleed with me
Oh no, one by one we will fall
One of my comrade falls. Without a word. My best friend.
My grip tightens around my wand. I have to end it all.
Maybe the pain shall go away…
Down down
Pull the plug end the pain
Run and fight for life
Hold on tight this ain't my fight
It wasn't my fight. I was jerked into it before I was even able to say that I didn't want to be.
Don't wan't be a hero. I just wanted to live.
But I keep on going. I have to.
Deliver me from this war
It's not for me it's because of you
I sold my soul to the devil. No turning back. I can't save the ones I care for anymore.
Bounded because of a oath. I only wish I could break it. It's to late.
I have to fight to stay alive.
Devil's instant my eternity
Obey to kill to save yourself
No choice but to bow. I had the choice and I took the left hand path.
My Mark is burning deep into my skin. The Lord's wrath is at work.
Two great wizards. Only one shall survive. I desperately hope it will be the Light.
I am tired of it all. Weary of the darkness.
Let the darkness shine and may the Light shimmer with hope.
I envy the nine lives that give me hell
My path made up by their torn bodies
My friends are lost. Where are they ? I do not know and it seems that I shall not ever know.
The Dark Lord is approaching. I feel Him, even if I can't see anything
because of the blood cascading around me.
I walk to meet him, trying not to shiver. My legs are barely able to support my weight.
Have to fight Him alone. I shall stand. I will not fail.
Man to man, soldier to soldier, dust to dust
Call me a coward but I can't take it anymore
Feeling so frail against his tremendous wrath.
But it is a masquerade. I have to kill Him.
Stand up and fight. Fight your destiny.
They wait for me far back home
The live with eyes turned away
No one dare to look at him.
The Survivor, once again…
The child who never had the choice.
No childhood, no recklessness.
Beside him, His corpse. He was the last to fall. Some of His followers are now standing.
Proud, even if they know they are lost. The already lost their soul. Life doesn't matter at all.
They were the first ones to see
They are the last ones to bleed
But blood is everywhere, covering everything with a reddish veil.
Blood flowing wild from wounds.
Blood on the hands of the survivors.
No glorious victory.
The ultimate high as all beautiful dies
Where Death had laid her scythe, nothing shall grow again.
Battlefield brown and red for blood. Blood nourishing the Earth and the crows
Feasting on barely cold limbs. Not only the villains'…
Not a battlefield but an open-air graveyard. Disheveled bodies are lying or piled.
Painful, chilly screams are heard now and then when a loved one's body is found in the rubbles.
Desperate cries when someone is missing.
Is he alive? Is she dead?
Ignorance is the worst. There is the masterpiece of Voldemort: even dead
He continues to give away pain and sorrow.
In death, Lord Voldemort proves that his power was far greater than imagined.
And if the remaining Death Eaters are condemned…
Will it cure the evil their Master had done ?
Wounds shall never heal and numerous years shall pass before
Voldemort actions' are forgotten.
The end of a war but how many others shall shake the Wizarding world?
May the Death Eaters die. But their families shall avenge their dead.
Today, we assist to the end of an era.
Today, a new rancor shall born in the heart of men.
And a new era shall begin, and peace reign.
Until the next time.
Note : are you alive ? If you are, please, REVIEW. If you're dead, condolences. What kind of flowers do you want me to lay on your grave?