End Game
Pairings: HG&HP, HP&DM, DM&HG, HP&SS, SB&HP, SS&SB, HP&RW, HP&RL, RW&RL
Rating: R
Warnings: language, maybe ooc (depending on how you look at it), might offend some of you
A/N: The last part of the Games series. I hope you all enjoyed it, it's been a fun ride. :-D
I never could hate him. I could never call him at his game. And I never did win.
I never bested Harry. He bested me, time and again.
And now I realize why he did what he did...
And I won't forget it...
Or him.
I hope he rests in peace.
Even if he did fuck with a Malfoy...
They are no where near tough enough to survive this without me. That is what I am doing, helping them survive...
Why would I cry for someone who treated me like a common whore?
Why would I mourn his loss?
Why would I mourn someone who would beat me for that twisted game of his?
Why?
Because, in my own fucked up way, I loved him.
Not as much as I do Draco... but I did.
I really did love the Gryffindor bastard...
They may, no, will hate me, but they will be alive, unlike everyone else.
I understand now.
I understand why he continued to use us... He couldn't let go.
Couldn't let go of the warmth, the comfort...
It may have been a fucked up game. But we all played it.
It was our fucked up game.
And it's never going to be played again...
I will save everyone I can. And to save them, I will beat, love, or fuck whoever I have to. I'll do it for them.
You know, I miss his game.
Isn't that fucked?
I miss the Golden Boy and his games.
And if you tell anyone that I admitted that, this Greasy Potions Master will make it so you don't live to regret it.
When my job is done, I will leave, and they can hate the memory of me in peace. Perhaps in time they will understand why I did it. Perhaps they can forgive me, eventually.
He's gone.
He really is.
I knew it might happen, but I never believed that it would.
My best mate... the goddamned glory whore...
Damn tears...
I never got the chance to thank him...
I'll tell you though, I'm not going to hold my breath. I won't be around to hold my breath.
Bitter tears...
Funny, they don't taste any different.
Maybe because there's still sorrow mixed in.
And now I'm left picking up the pieces in his aftermath.
Still I care for him, and still he's beyond our reach.
*whirrrrrr... bzzzt* End Game. *shrooooomm click*
A/N: Um... yeah. Maybe a bit anti-climatic? Maybe? Maybe not? Yes, Harry's dead. It said that one in Remy's POV... sorta. Neway, this is the end... that last part is supposed to be like a machine... if you didn't get it... So, yeah, tell me what you thought.