A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters
This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Assignment #6 Defense - Task #2: Horcruxes: The housing of portions of a soul is considered as one of the worst Dark Arts in the wizarding world; for good reason.
Prompt: Write about the soul. A soulbond, soulmate!au, horcruxes…. It's up to you.
Word Count: 581
Warning: character death, manipulation, Suicide
I don't like the struggle,
I don't like the feeling of facing my fears,
of trying to put the past behind me.
I miss him too much,
I can feel him in my heart, in my soul.
I can feel him tonight, calling out to me.
The book was destroyed, but he's still here, still in me.
I find myself alone in the halls.
I find myself looking in the mirror, the image distorting as I watch.
His face, smiling back at me.
His face replacing mine.
His dark hair, dark eyes,
that intense stare that reminds me why I was scared,
why I fell so hard.
I know he's gone,
that this is all in my head.
No one cared when I cry out,
no one believes me when I say I can still feel him.
He's gone,
he's gone,
he's gone,
but he's not.
He's biding his time until he can make me his again,
biding his time until I reach maturity,
so I can finally be his once and forever.
I hold my breath standing alone in the tower at night.
I can feel the wind whipping my hair.
Soon, soon, the seconds,
the minutes fly past,
soon they become hours,
become days.
Year after year,
tick and tock,
the seasons change.
I feel nothing, nothing save for him starting to stir,
save for him coming for me to take me home.
I long for his embrace.
He is my enemy,
the monster who made me into his puppet,
the man who destroyed so many lives.
One by one,
I can feel his anger as each one is destroyed.
We're still connected,
a year together,
a year in each other's souls will do that.
One by one,
the little pieces of him destroyed but he grows stronger instead of weaker.
Those little bits returning to him,
completing him.
Someone did something wrong,
someone was wrong about how to defeat him.
He's growing,
growing,
growing,
in power, and my heart soars as the final battle looms in the distance.
Around me friends fall,
around me family cries, I walk in a daze.
He's waiting for me, after one last defeat,
after he eliminates my brother's best friend,
we will be together again.
"Harry Potter is dead."
The words cause my heart to soar as I run to his arms.
For a moment, the world stops,
for a moment the world is gone.
There is nothing save my own heart,
his heart beating together as one.
The air buzzes again, spells fired and he falls, dead in my arms.
The scream leaving my throat isn't human,
I'm not human any more, I am nothing.
Hands pulling me, arms wrapping around me, consoling me, telling me it will be alright.
I push them aside, running from the scene.
He's dead, my love is dead, I can no longer feel him in my heart, in my head.
The tower looms over everything.
The wind whips my hair as it always does.
I will be his, until the end of eternity and after.
The stone is slick beneath my feet,
worn by decades of wind and rain and snow.
One step, and I am flying, my hair soaring around my face,
the wind rushing to catch me, the ground rushing to meet me.
I don't feel the impact,
I don't feel anything as I find myself standing before him,
my hand stretches out and takes his
and together in death we are united.