Okay, people, this is the first Harry Potter fic I've written in a long time. Personally, I think it's my best, but others may disagree. Any occ- ness is unintentional and should be regarded as blunders from an author working out her kinks.

Disclaimer: Pigs will fly and artichokes will rule the world before I own them.

Warning: This story is SLASH, people. S-L-A-S-H. As in, boys getting invading personal space. Don't like it? Leave. Do? Stay!

Feedback: Is begged for with no shame.

Please keep hands inside the compartment at all times. Ready, then? Off we go!

1 Forever

I turned for you.

I bore the Mark for you, bled for you.

Wept, killed for you.

And…and yet you cannot look at me with anything more than scorn and hatred in your eyes.

I killed Him for you.

Now I am the Dark One, for you.

All for you.

Everything for you.

I know you are here. You come to kill me, with your precious red-haired lover at your side.

You will succeed.

I will lie here, soon, dead and bent and bleeding all over the floor, blood leaking into the stone and staining it. But you will not weep for me.

You'll not weep for me, your tears mingling with my blood and making you cry red tears.

You'll not say it again, in soft and gentle whispers, as I lie spooned against you and you think me asleep.

I love you.

We were so beautiful then, freaks moving in tandem, all silver and black and gold and white, sweat-slicked and shiny.

I was so warm then.

But Warmth is a tricksome bitch. She melts your soul and breaks your defenses. And when she is lost, she will not stay. She is not like Cold, that majestic queen that freezes your heart and turns your feelings to dust.

I grew to depend on that warmth.

And then you betrayed me and Cold welcomed me back with open arms.

I hear your footsteps, a sharp tattoo upon the granite.

You will be upon me soon.

I swirl the wine in the goblet and watch the play of flamelight on its surface.

My wand was destroyed long ago, its remnants ground to dust and mixed with blood that I drank to infuse myself with its powers.

Your footsteps have slowed.

You are worried about your partner, that boy that took your heart and stole the warmth. He was wounded by one of my Death Eaters and is bleeding liberally, despite the bandage you wrapped around his stomach to stem the flow.

He will not last.

And finally, finally, I hear you approach.

I sip the wine and arrange my robes somewhat.

I still wear the ring.

"Here," you said, and slipped it on my finger.

I was half-asleep and languid when you gave it to me.

"…What?"

"Here. To forget me by."

And then you were gone and I never saw you again the way I had that night. After, it was all flinty eyes and harsh words.

I still loved you.

I never stopped, I think.

I love you now.

And suddenly I hear a shout and the oak door guarding my chamber is splintered and scattered like so many snowflakes. I raise a hand and the wooden snow is reflected around me.

Mustn't dirty the robes.

I hear you panting and I turn to face you, to look into a face I've loved and hated for twelve years.

END

Well. That was…dark. And depressing. Second chapter will be up as soon as the author scrapes her poor, rotted brain off of the floor.