**Disclaimer: 'Tis not mine.**
Harry clung onto a banister and felt the faded paint slip off the rounded wood as he heaved himself up.
Harry adjusted his glasses yet paid no attention to the mud and grass stains on his striped p.j's. Crazy people needed to see but they weren't too keen on fashion.
As he stumbled towards the door, visions flashed through his troubled mind, visions of death, lost love and hatred amongst many other things. He took a deep breath and grabbed hold of the door-knob, the pain on his fore-head indescribable. Then he turned it and stepped into the front room. **
Turning each corner with his wand-arm raised, Harry felt the sweat roll down his brow and along the bridge of his nose. No time to wipe it away though.More important tasks as hand.
**
~will you be on the other side or will you forget me I'm dying praying bleeding and screaming Am I too lost to be saved Am I too lost?~
Harry rested against the wall, those questions demanding to be answered, He was panting heavily, a cut in his arm gushing crimson liquid. Harry felt all floaty and had no energy left, not even enough to feel angry at Voldemort as he cackled down at the dying man. Harry's throat felt as though it were shrinking, and the tears prickled at his eyes. He was a failure. Tired of waiting for the boy to die Voldemort aimed his wand at Harry and muttered the deadly curse, neon green rays shooting out of the wand and instantly killing Harry.
**
Ron and Harry embraced each other, together once more.
~= 'Tourniquet' - Evanescence.
Harry clung onto a banister and felt the faded paint slip off the rounded wood as he heaved himself up.
Harry adjusted his glasses yet paid no attention to the mud and grass stains on his striped p.j's. Crazy people needed to see but they weren't too keen on fashion.
As he stumbled towards the door, visions flashed through his troubled mind, visions of death, lost love and hatred amongst many other things. He took a deep breath and grabbed hold of the door-knob, the pain on his fore-head indescribable. Then he turned it and stepped into the front room. **
Turning each corner with his wand-arm raised, Harry felt the sweat roll down his brow and along the bridge of his nose. No time to wipe it away though.More important tasks as hand.
**
~will you be on the other side or will you forget me I'm dying praying bleeding and screaming Am I too lost to be saved Am I too lost?~
Harry rested against the wall, those questions demanding to be answered, He was panting heavily, a cut in his arm gushing crimson liquid. Harry felt all floaty and had no energy left, not even enough to feel angry at Voldemort as he cackled down at the dying man. Harry's throat felt as though it were shrinking, and the tears prickled at his eyes. He was a failure. Tired of waiting for the boy to die Voldemort aimed his wand at Harry and muttered the deadly curse, neon green rays shooting out of the wand and instantly killing Harry.
**
Ron and Harry embraced each other, together once more.
~= 'Tourniquet' - Evanescence.