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Harry Potter exited the building, his emerald pools looked quite stormy and as they scanned the dark alley Harry fought with them, not wanting to believe what they were telling, or rather showing him.
Death filled the streets. Many lay on the cobbled stone, arms raised ready to fire curses out of their wands towards their attacker. He struggled to keep his lunch down and felt his knees grow weak as he weaved through all the corpses.
It became all too much for him and Harry ran over to the gutter and crouched over, his food from earlier on escaping and landing on the blood splattered stone.
He stood up straight and was practically pulled forward by an invisible force. It wound itself around his torso and dragged him along, against his will. Voldemort didn't care what others wanted though.evil never does. It just cares for itself, its belongings, its wishes.
And this evil wanted Potter to feel pain like he had. And so he tugged him along.
Harry was finally released, and the slim 5th year stumbled over to a wall, leaning on it to support himself. When his vision finally cleared he noticed that what he'd though originally to be blood was actually hair.
Screwing his eyes shut tightly, Harry begged for it not to be true. Ron couldn't leave him.Harry would die without his most loyal mate. He'd just die. Then his eyes opened and he moved slowly over to the body, tears streaming down his face.
Ron was gone.and so had Harry's reason for living.
~when you cried I'd wipe away the tears when you'd scream I'd fight away all your fears and I've held your hand through all of these years but you still have all of me~
The words played over and over in Harry's mind and he rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet. The padded walls seemed exceptionally bright today so Harry had spent most of the morning with his eyes closed.
The 30 year-old stood still for a moment, wondering if the words had left him just like everything/one had. But they hadn't so Harry began moving once more. Rhythmically back and forth over and over.
Hermione looked on from the window in the door, eyes red from crying. She'd visit Harry everyday and he never changed.always soul-less it seemed as though he'd been given the Dementor's Kiss.
She turned away and left the bag in her hands full of papers. One more signature to go and Harry would be going home with her.
**
~= 'My Immortal' - Evanescence.
Harry Potter exited the building, his emerald pools looked quite stormy and as they scanned the dark alley Harry fought with them, not wanting to believe what they were telling, or rather showing him.
Death filled the streets. Many lay on the cobbled stone, arms raised ready to fire curses out of their wands towards their attacker. He struggled to keep his lunch down and felt his knees grow weak as he weaved through all the corpses.
It became all too much for him and Harry ran over to the gutter and crouched over, his food from earlier on escaping and landing on the blood splattered stone.
He stood up straight and was practically pulled forward by an invisible force. It wound itself around his torso and dragged him along, against his will. Voldemort didn't care what others wanted though.evil never does. It just cares for itself, its belongings, its wishes.
And this evil wanted Potter to feel pain like he had. And so he tugged him along.
Harry was finally released, and the slim 5th year stumbled over to a wall, leaning on it to support himself. When his vision finally cleared he noticed that what he'd though originally to be blood was actually hair.
Screwing his eyes shut tightly, Harry begged for it not to be true. Ron couldn't leave him.Harry would die without his most loyal mate. He'd just die. Then his eyes opened and he moved slowly over to the body, tears streaming down his face.
Ron was gone.and so had Harry's reason for living.
~when you cried I'd wipe away the tears when you'd scream I'd fight away all your fears and I've held your hand through all of these years but you still have all of me~
The words played over and over in Harry's mind and he rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet. The padded walls seemed exceptionally bright today so Harry had spent most of the morning with his eyes closed.
The 30 year-old stood still for a moment, wondering if the words had left him just like everything/one had. But they hadn't so Harry began moving once more. Rhythmically back and forth over and over.
Hermione looked on from the window in the door, eyes red from crying. She'd visit Harry everyday and he never changed.always soul-less it seemed as though he'd been given the Dementor's Kiss.
She turned away and left the bag in her hands full of papers. One more signature to go and Harry would be going home with her.
**
~= 'My Immortal' - Evanescence.