CHAPTER 7
Disclaimer: Not mine.
The boy turned around to look at the huge castle that loomed over him. At the top tower he could see a light-the Gryffindor Common Room. The fact that Ron was probably sitting there was the only reason he didn't go back. Harry turned around to face the darkness. The thick mist prevented him from seeing a few feet in front of him, but he kept walking.
He was so cold that he felt as if he were naked, the icy air causing him to shiver. He moved further and further away, until he reached the thing he was searching for.
The crystal lake mirrored the reflection of the moon; the reeds touched the water, creating ripples that seemed to break the still water that looked like glass.
Harry went to the bush, the same one that he had stashed the rope and brick under that same day. He bent down and picked them up. By now Harry was sobbing, tears falling onto the wet grass. His shaking hands tied the rope to his ankle.
I loved you Draco.
It was all fake. A potion so strong that made it all seem so real. But now it didn't matter. He didn't think anyone would even cry for him anyway.
Harry picked up the brick that was tied to his ankle, and jumped in the freezing water. He couldn't breathe; the water seemed to paralyse his entire body, and he desperately tried to get back to the surface.
Several minutes past, and he began to inhale water, filling his gasping lungs. Harry finally gave up, the bottom of the lake meeting him.
Harry Potter lay at the bottom of the lake, his eyes open; forever staring ahead of him, his outstretched hand always trying to reach the surface.
The End.
A/N: Well, I hope you liked this story, thanks for reviewing it even if you didn't!
Disclaimer: Not mine.
The boy turned around to look at the huge castle that loomed over him. At the top tower he could see a light-the Gryffindor Common Room. The fact that Ron was probably sitting there was the only reason he didn't go back. Harry turned around to face the darkness. The thick mist prevented him from seeing a few feet in front of him, but he kept walking.
He was so cold that he felt as if he were naked, the icy air causing him to shiver. He moved further and further away, until he reached the thing he was searching for.
The crystal lake mirrored the reflection of the moon; the reeds touched the water, creating ripples that seemed to break the still water that looked like glass.
Harry went to the bush, the same one that he had stashed the rope and brick under that same day. He bent down and picked them up. By now Harry was sobbing, tears falling onto the wet grass. His shaking hands tied the rope to his ankle.
I loved you Draco.
It was all fake. A potion so strong that made it all seem so real. But now it didn't matter. He didn't think anyone would even cry for him anyway.
Harry picked up the brick that was tied to his ankle, and jumped in the freezing water. He couldn't breathe; the water seemed to paralyse his entire body, and he desperately tried to get back to the surface.
Several minutes past, and he began to inhale water, filling his gasping lungs. Harry finally gave up, the bottom of the lake meeting him.
Harry Potter lay at the bottom of the lake, his eyes open; forever staring ahead of him, his outstretched hand always trying to reach the surface.
The End.
A/N: Well, I hope you liked this story, thanks for reviewing it even if you didn't!