Final Request
By: SilverPhoenixWings
A/N: This is a really short fic that popped into my
head last night. It's rated "PG-13" for a reason. It could be rated "R", but
I'm too much of a wimp to say anything forthright. So therefore, you must be
content with a "PG-13". There aren't any names until the very end, so be
curious. I haven't seen this particular plot used before, but if you have, tell
me. I don't want to be accused of plagiarism. Also, usual disclaimers apply.
I wish we hadn't gotten close. I
wish I could've been content with admiring her radiating beauty at a distance.
But in my last year, I had become her friend. Only too late did I realize my
mistake.
She was safe at School. Which,
thank Merlin, she still had a year of. The Dark Lord wouldn't dare go near her
there. It truly was all my fault. And for the first time in my life, I won't
shove the blame on someone else.
The Dark Lord told me his awful
plans. She was out of school by then, and I was to go and fetch her. I was to
bring her to him. I wish someone else would've done it. Why did it have to be
me?
She trusted me. She laughed as I
came to pick her up. She was puzzled over why I was at her house, and that was
another joke. She didn't feel the sickness I did. I was nauseous at the idea of
the Dark Lord tainting something so wonderful.
She had on muggle clothing. A tank
top and shorts showed off her small, but girlish figure. I asked her, I begged
her to change. But she found this even funnier. So naïve, so pure. Bouncing
with energy, we got into the provided car and drove to the meeting place.
The Dark Lord sent a Death Eater
to get us. He met us at the entrance to Knockturn Alley. As he saw her, he
looked her over like a piece of meat, a sick smirk on his face all the while.
She began to get worried, but she came reluctantly.
When we got to his "Lair", the
death eater escorted us into his personal room. As the grotesque figure of The
Dark Lord loomed before her, she cried silently. He laughed at her tears.
I knew what he wanted, but would I
really let him get it? A wise man once told me, "There is a difference between
having knowledge and using it." This held true in the situation before me. She
was mine, or at least, I had hoped she would be. I asked him for some time
alone with her. He agreed.
When The Dark Lord had left the
room, she collapsed in my arms. I tried to comfort her the best I could.
"You knew what he wanted. How
could you bring me here? I loved you." She didn't yell. I wish she had yelled.
She said this calmly, but in such a way that it sliced through me like a
zillion curses being thrown at once. She looked imploringly into my eyes for an
answer. I had none, so I rocked her back and forth.
"I love you." I said. After a long
pause, she cried again. I knew what she was going to ask next.
"Kill me. Kill me if you love me."
She was serious.
"I'd die for you." I said "I will
die if I do this." I had no regrets about what happened in the next few
minutes. She nodded, and rose to her feet.
"I love you." She said.
"Are you sure you want this?" I
asked, raising my wand. She hugged me tightly and kissed me. She smiled, and
shed a last tear.
She didn't scream as I muttered
the Killing Curse. She will make a beautiful angel, I thought as I turned away
from where her body lay. Please Lord, even with all of the bad I've done, let
me into Heaven.
The Dark Lord came back into the
room a few minutes later, and saw what I had done. He was furious, and the last
words to leave my mouth before I died were:
"I did it for Ginny."
