I DO NOT own Harry Potter, or any of the characters I am about to use
in this story. I am using them for my own sadistic sense of amusement, and
that of my readers. They are the sole property of J. K. Rowling. Now, with
that said, on with the story.
The Prologue:
Shine bright morning light - Now in the air the spring is coming - Sweet blowing wind - Singing down the hills and valleys - Keep your eyes on me - Now we're on the edge of hell - Dear my love, sweet morning light - Wait for me, you've gone much farther, too far
Song: Fake Wings
Composer: Yuki Kajiura
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No more soft laughter to fill his dark, dreary world. No more gentle smiles, or expressive eyes that told him everything and nothing at all. Her shoulders looked frail, and her hair fell over it in a tangle of ginger. Where was that Gaelic shrug or that turn of the corner of her lip that usually made him crack just the smallest of smiles. Or that soft, taunting tone of her voice that berated him for some scratching comment he paid. Not here. Not any more, at least.
Eyes of green jade? They were pale, and washed out now. He had to close them, and place two gallons over her lids. Death weights. Funny that name never seemed more true then this moment. *So, Mrs. Potter... where were you now? With all your gay talk of sunlight and darkness? Where were you now?* Not here. Not any more, at least.
Even the sky seemed to open up and cry, the heavens pouring down on him and mixing with the earth. Mud would stain that perfect little cloak of velvet blue she was so proud of. *Perhaps one of the few fine things your family was able to buy for you. It contrasted deeply with the hand-me-down robe you were wearing* Harshest black, and tattered around the edges. He thought of removing the cloak and keeping it safe in case she came back. But, it was useless. She wouldn't be coming back. If she was smart, she had already fled her earthly shell and disappeared into the heavens that sobbed so greatly above.
So, what could he do now? He couldn't very well go back to his old life. Because of her, he couldn't belong to the darkness any more. Oh, he couldn't belong to her precious light either. His past actions saw to that. So, what was left for him now? She wanted to convert him to her light, to the warmth of the sun. Yet, she only managed to cast his life in shades of twilight. All those old ideals were proven wrong in so many different ways. *What do I believe in now? I thought it could be you... but, where are you?* Not here. Not any more, at least.
*Far, far away... in a place I can never touch. That's where you have gone. Someplace warm, and full of light. And I'm left in perpetual twilight.*
The Prologue:
Shine bright morning light - Now in the air the spring is coming - Sweet blowing wind - Singing down the hills and valleys - Keep your eyes on me - Now we're on the edge of hell - Dear my love, sweet morning light - Wait for me, you've gone much farther, too far
Song: Fake Wings
Composer: Yuki Kajiura
~~~~
No more soft laughter to fill his dark, dreary world. No more gentle smiles, or expressive eyes that told him everything and nothing at all. Her shoulders looked frail, and her hair fell over it in a tangle of ginger. Where was that Gaelic shrug or that turn of the corner of her lip that usually made him crack just the smallest of smiles. Or that soft, taunting tone of her voice that berated him for some scratching comment he paid. Not here. Not any more, at least.
Eyes of green jade? They were pale, and washed out now. He had to close them, and place two gallons over her lids. Death weights. Funny that name never seemed more true then this moment. *So, Mrs. Potter... where were you now? With all your gay talk of sunlight and darkness? Where were you now?* Not here. Not any more, at least.
Even the sky seemed to open up and cry, the heavens pouring down on him and mixing with the earth. Mud would stain that perfect little cloak of velvet blue she was so proud of. *Perhaps one of the few fine things your family was able to buy for you. It contrasted deeply with the hand-me-down robe you were wearing* Harshest black, and tattered around the edges. He thought of removing the cloak and keeping it safe in case she came back. But, it was useless. She wouldn't be coming back. If she was smart, she had already fled her earthly shell and disappeared into the heavens that sobbed so greatly above.
So, what could he do now? He couldn't very well go back to his old life. Because of her, he couldn't belong to the darkness any more. Oh, he couldn't belong to her precious light either. His past actions saw to that. So, what was left for him now? She wanted to convert him to her light, to the warmth of the sun. Yet, she only managed to cast his life in shades of twilight. All those old ideals were proven wrong in so many different ways. *What do I believe in now? I thought it could be you... but, where are you?* Not here. Not any more, at least.
*Far, far away... in a place I can never touch. That's where you have gone. Someplace warm, and full of light. And I'm left in perpetual twilight.*