Crawling Through The Dark

Elcee

Disclaimer: Don't own them but I got dibs on Harry when he's 18, I see potential.

Author's note: Yep, I'm a fanfictionnet first timer so please be objective! This is actually a school piece that is for my yr12 SAC (school assessment thingy) so any comments are very welcome (be an English teacher for a day!). Please review and suggest what you would like to happen to because after about 1000wrds I can stop for school but will continue if worthwhile, k? K! Sweet!

*The accompanying darkness*

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He stared out upon the plains, his gaze shifting as he grew in the energy from his surroundings. He could feel the power growing within him. He also knew, accepted, that there was nothing he could do about it, no way to fight it, that it was fate bestowed on him by the Fates themselves.

A small smile rose to his abused lips that wore the blunt of his anger, bitten red, as the wind ran past him. That was a mind puzzler for sure: fate given to him by the Fate's. That really wouldn't be fate then but destiny, a plan…

He pushed those thoughts to the furthest recesses of his mind where all the pain and hurt lay. It did not do to dwell on things that could not be altered, he'd accepted his given path and he stood by it, tall and proud.

The wind seemed to be pleased with his thoughts, whipping by him, ruffling his black untidy hair and causing the material that hung from his strong form to fly out behind him. He didn't move, the wind was purely a comfort for him, a companion that could not be hurt by his actions or threatened by his coldness. It was as cold as him, if not more.

He wasn't a cold person by nature like the wind; it had been forced upon him along with the ever-growing power.

A dark laugh tore past his lips as his deep emerald green eyes thinned as he snarled at the invisible intruder that invaded his thoughts. The whole package. That's what he'd been given, the whole bloody package. Coldness had been foreign to him once when he'd been a happy child with no cares in the world. Now coldness was a necessity.

Although believing his cold and humorless laugh to be unheard by anyone, it has been…