A/N: This is the 11th chapter of Les Fleurs du Mal, two more two go and then it's over... I can't believe it! The Heart-B...-D... themes for the last three chapters are borrowed from Cornelia Funke's Ink Triology.
Disclaimer: I solemnly swear I am up to no good. I hereby disclaim.
Les Fleurs du Mal
Part Eleven – Heart
The music flows because it longs For The Heart I Once Had… (Nightwish)
Fingers were dancing on the piano keys, nearly invisible, caressing each and every tone. The music was flowing out of the piano. Hitting like a wave, dark as night, unforgiving like revenge. But also soft as a lock of shining hair, dreamy like the clouds, and as beautiful as nature itself.
Sometimes he thought fighting improved his piano skills. But now he knew he played to release all the emotions, all the hate and cruelty he could tell nobody of, yet that was there all the time. He smiled. Those were the first tones of Chopin's Nocture, his favourite at the moment.
And then he closed his eyes, and let his fingers on the keys tell his story.
Maybe that music showed he still had a heart. Once, when he'd been normal, a human like all others, he'd had a heart, beating and caring. But war had taught him to keep it hidden beneath cruelty and anger. Maybe he'd lost it, a long time ago. Maybe he'd also lost it when he saw Ginny Weasley die. Maybe he simply didn't care. Maybe it was safer that way.
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Anna Scathach