Disclaimer~ I am aware that some things in my story...happen a little quickly and that wizards don't listen to 'muggle stations' or music. But I need to use it for my story. All characters belong to J. K. Rowling. Swallowtail belongs to Finger Eleven (an amazing band if I might add). This is purely for enjoyment; I am not making any money off of this. This story is dedicated to Drew who inspired me, and Heather who made me understand. Thank you.
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He awoke with a start as his alarm went off. The end of Pretty Boi by Sodium Free was playing. He walked into the bathroom and started filling the bathtub. As the opening notes to a song drifted into the bathroom, he froze...
Let me in
And let me go
Tell me that
I need to know
I need to know
Swallow the key
Swallow the key
You feel compelled
But it's far too late to try and tell me now
So I'll try and suck it out
They couldn't be playing this song...not after this long. Damn...it reminded him of the bitch. That traitor. Was she the traitor? Or was it him? He looked in the mirror, he was so different than that man of 10 years before...
Open mouth feels warm
Secrets swollen so sore
We all know and we can't ask why
You turned into an ugly butterfly
The memory of her...her smell...her touch...her taste...it was too much to bear...
That shape of you
Closes in and forms a shade of grey
Hanging over hanging me
Open mouth feels warm
Secrets swollen so sore
We all know and we can't ask why
You turned into an ugly butterfly
He wouldn't be weak. Not after so long...
Sorry you're gone
The voices they left me thinking
Sorry you're gone, I'm sorry
He just wanted to hold her...touch her...taste her. Like before, just once more...
The words that I've forgotten now
Try to come but can't come out
Oh God, he missed her...God, he missed her so much...
Open mouth feels so warm
Secrets swollen so sore
We all know and we can't ask why
You turned into an ugly butterfly
He threw his wand at the mirror. It shattered. It was broken into hundreds of pieces. Like his life he reflected morosely. He couldn't take it anymore. He picked up a piece of the glass and slid it slowly across one wrist, then the other...
We all know and we can't ask why
You turned into such an ugly butterfly
He slumped to the floor as the water spilled out of the tub. He was floating now. Little Peter was finally out of his pain and misery. He grinned as he slipped into unconsciousness. The words echoed through the empty room...
We all know and we can't ask why
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He awoke with a start as his alarm went off. The end of Pretty Boi by Sodium Free was playing. He walked into the bathroom and started filling the bathtub. As the opening notes to a song drifted into the bathroom, he froze...
Let me in
And let me go
Tell me that
I need to know
I need to know
Swallow the key
Swallow the key
You feel compelled
But it's far too late to try and tell me now
So I'll try and suck it out
They couldn't be playing this song...not after this long. Damn...it reminded him of the bitch. That traitor. Was she the traitor? Or was it him? He looked in the mirror, he was so different than that man of 10 years before...
Open mouth feels warm
Secrets swollen so sore
We all know and we can't ask why
You turned into an ugly butterfly
The memory of her...her smell...her touch...her taste...it was too much to bear...
That shape of you
Closes in and forms a shade of grey
Hanging over hanging me
Open mouth feels warm
Secrets swollen so sore
We all know and we can't ask why
You turned into an ugly butterfly
He wouldn't be weak. Not after so long...
Sorry you're gone
The voices they left me thinking
Sorry you're gone, I'm sorry
He just wanted to hold her...touch her...taste her. Like before, just once more...
The words that I've forgotten now
Try to come but can't come out
Oh God, he missed her...God, he missed her so much...
Open mouth feels so warm
Secrets swollen so sore
We all know and we can't ask why
You turned into an ugly butterfly
He threw his wand at the mirror. It shattered. It was broken into hundreds of pieces. Like his life he reflected morosely. He couldn't take it anymore. He picked up a piece of the glass and slid it slowly across one wrist, then the other...
We all know and we can't ask why
You turned into such an ugly butterfly
He slumped to the floor as the water spilled out of the tub. He was floating now. Little Peter was finally out of his pain and misery. He grinned as he slipped into unconsciousness. The words echoed through the empty room...
We all know and we can't ask why