I'll paint it on the walls
Cause I'm the one at fault
I'll never fight again
And this is how it ends
I pull my knees closer to my body.
Harry is dead.
Dead.
I shake my head in disbelief for what must be the millionth time.
No.
He can't be.
Can't.
No.
I close my eyes and am nearly floored by gut wrenching images.
Blank green eyes staring up at me from a broken and bloodied face.
Blood drenched grass.
Thousand of bodies.
Horrible screams piercing the cool night air.
The crimson sky.
So much red. So much blood.
Harry is dead. And the world as I know it has been destroyed.
Death litters the streets.
There is no silence. Only terrified cries in the night.
No fairy tale ending.
I know who it is that wants me.
He thinks he knows who I am. That is why Tom returned to me.
Malfoy wants me as well.
He tries to take me over with harsh, demanding kisses.
I am sick of people trying to take me over.
Tricking me.
Destroying everything that I love.
A flash of red.
Fire. Beautiful flames infusing me with incredible strength.
I am screaming. The walls and floor begin to shake.
I realize that I am on my feet, and I can feel the earth trembling under the soles of my old and worn shoes.
Bits of stone are falling around me.
I focus my eyes on the barred door and hurl the let the crackling energy flow from my fingers.
It falls away, smoke rising from the place where it had been.
Without a second thought, I step into the dark and empty corridor.
My vision is flooded with red.
All is fire.
Ashes, ashes.
They will all fall down.