'SACRIFICE FOR LOVE'
The darkness blinds me from seeing anything.
I can feel the grass underneath my feet and the cold wind sends shivers down my spine.
It's late at night and I'm scared. More scared than I have ever been before. How am I meant to explain my feelings to someone if I can't even explain them to myself.
But all of a sudden, there she is.
I can see the outline of her dark figure and I know it's her. I just know it.
As I reach her, my mind races through every important moment of my life. I can see everything from the time Voldemort first attempted to kill me, to the next and to the next. Then I see her. Our first kiss. The first time she gave herself to me. The first time I told her I loved her. But then I see him again. Voldemort. And his steady rise to the top again.
I stand as close to her as I can and her body heat warms me up. I won't admit I'm scared because I know it's for the best.
"Did you bring it?" she whispers, her warm breath tickling my ear.
I give a firm nod. This is it.
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
I nod again. I picture my family in my mind, I picture her in my mind and I picture everyone I've lost and everyone I've loved.
"This is for love," I say quietly, not being able to hold back the shakiness of my voice.
"For love," she replies, equally as shaky.
I hold up my wand towards her heart. She does the same to me.
At the same time, in the same tone we speak.
"Avada Kedavra."
And I'm gone. I know I'm dead but I still feel alive. I know I can't speak to her but I know she's there. And this was for the best. This was for love.
Author's Note: I pictured Harry with Hermione when I wrote this but if you prefer, you can picture someone else. If you didn't get it, it is set after Voldemort's rise back to the top.
The darkness blinds me from seeing anything.
I can feel the grass underneath my feet and the cold wind sends shivers down my spine.
It's late at night and I'm scared. More scared than I have ever been before. How am I meant to explain my feelings to someone if I can't even explain them to myself.
But all of a sudden, there she is.
I can see the outline of her dark figure and I know it's her. I just know it.
As I reach her, my mind races through every important moment of my life. I can see everything from the time Voldemort first attempted to kill me, to the next and to the next. Then I see her. Our first kiss. The first time she gave herself to me. The first time I told her I loved her. But then I see him again. Voldemort. And his steady rise to the top again.
I stand as close to her as I can and her body heat warms me up. I won't admit I'm scared because I know it's for the best.
"Did you bring it?" she whispers, her warm breath tickling my ear.
I give a firm nod. This is it.
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
I nod again. I picture my family in my mind, I picture her in my mind and I picture everyone I've lost and everyone I've loved.
"This is for love," I say quietly, not being able to hold back the shakiness of my voice.
"For love," she replies, equally as shaky.
I hold up my wand towards her heart. She does the same to me.
At the same time, in the same tone we speak.
"Avada Kedavra."
And I'm gone. I know I'm dead but I still feel alive. I know I can't speak to her but I know she's there. And this was for the best. This was for love.
Author's Note: I pictured Harry with Hermione when I wrote this but if you prefer, you can picture someone else. If you didn't get it, it is set after Voldemort's rise back to the top.
