A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters
This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Word Count: 466
Darkness encroaching
threatening to destroy me
threatening to make me look deeper
into everything I thought I knew.
He's the darkness to my light,
he is brawn to my brains,
as we stand off, as we stare at each other,
watching and waiting for someone to
make the first move.
Darkness creeping,
revealing that the light isn't
everything I believed,
that there are shadows, secrets and lies.
I thought I knew everything, a little know it all,
I thought I understood the war, the factions
the Dark and the Light,
I thought I knew where I stood, but
suddenly the lights go out
and the darkness doesn't seem so
dark.
His words, sweet and tantalizing,
accented slightly, sending a chill down my
spine as he talking,
whispering to me,
corrupting me
once upon a time
he was the one who was threatening me
wands drawn,
spell after spell,
my body in pain,
my body slowly dying as he laughed,
his Mark shining in the dark.
I was left there to die,
but I didn't, I didn't,
how was I to know
he was merely playing a
part, he was the enemy
but to him, I was the enemy
we were locked into a battle
orchestrated by someone else,
by his master and the man I
believed to be mine.
Alive but barely,
a scar still across me,
a scar still lingering as I dress,
as I wash,
a scar reminding me that life
is short.
It's a line, a jagged line,
separating me from myself,
from being wholly whole,
from forgetting the nightmare
of that night. He's mine, I've promised myself,
and I know I shall get what I
am promised.
Revenge should have been sweet,
him cornered to a wall,
him cowering his wand cast aside,
broken beneath my boots.
Revenge should have been mine,
but now he's talking,
revealing, explaining
There were so many holes,
holes in our plans,
holes in the story
holes upon holes,
and suddenly he's filling them,
showing how our white knight
is not so different from the Dark King
we face.
Look inside, he's begging,
see the truth,
I'm standing, hand trembling,
looking into his dark eyes
looking past that stony facade.
Trust me, he's promising,
my world is spinning, spinning,
suddenly I have no clue who to trust,
suddenly everything has been called into
question.
He's reaching out, taking my hand.
He's the enemy, he's working for the Dark King,
but my heart of hearts knows he's speaking the
truth, knows he's seeing a larger puzzle,
a larger game in which we're all pawns,
and I... I'm willing to become his queen,
to let him engulf me fully
into his world, a world of shadows,
a world of greys
a world from which I hope to never
return.