'Cause then I'd fall apart
Disclaimer: last time I looked I wasn't her.
A/N: look guys, really and honestly Thanx to all who reviewed, ur the thing that keeps me going, specially as I have no flamers up til now! Woo hoo! If you want me to read ur fic then I WILL! As long as it's not anime, and even then I sometimes read them, even if it's not Harry potter I read!
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Unexpected turn is unexpected, because you all expect either Voldie or Harry to just win and Shalala, but my mind goes further than what bounds the limits of your imagination……Mwahahaha!
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(My house dinner time 25th October)
Chapter 6°- It burns
People his side were falling like leaves of an autumn tree. Different people, different ways. There is no describing such bloodshed, mayhem and atrocity. But these words are only small compared to what seems like an apocalypse, an apocalypse through my cold eyes.
It is amusing how people still believe they have a chance; even though their mind drags them heavy knowing that they will have died for a helpless cause. A window of shattered glass. I have blood on my cheek, and I am bleeding, but my wounds heal fast, and mortal wounds are rejected by my system.
Dumbledore walks toward me, he looks grim, but wise, like he knows exactly what he's doing. He always looks like that, and he always does know. He puts his wand to my stomach and then looks into my eyes.
"Sometum alma!"
Suddenly, I feel that the seven skies brake within me. So much pain, but reliefs all the same, for I strongly believe that opposites do not part from each other, but live hand in hand, bringing different emotions together. I start to glow white, and then I feel it for the first time inside me, my soul. It grows within me. I see the small girl that is me pass before my eyes. She says thank you, and yet again turns to dust.
I look around me, what have I done? What are they doing? I was doing this? It is funny how so many questions fill my mind.
Elizabetta looks toward me and smirks. A smirk that reveals blood in her sharp fangs. Blood of those who fight for a cause that is being taken from them. Torn away, extinguished.
My soul burns now, like divulging fires on a summer day, they can't be extinguished, but the limit of the damage they can do is beyond the limits of our imagination.
My conscience is diseased, we killed so many in the war. I killed so many. I killed the boy who lived, it took eight cruciatus curses to do that, I killed Longbottom, and the Weasley girl, Patil, and so many others who's names I don't even know, people who didn't deserve to die. How could I have? And in such ways? The people I had killed before were in self defense, but this is cruelty, again I am afraid.
People from the other side are already fleeing. Now that potter and Dumbledore are dead, they seem to have lost hope. Dumbledore was a very wise man. He knew I was one of the few on this side who actually had a soul that was removed. He gave it back to me, and he knew that it will consume me.
I am still a vampire, one with a soul. The only one. I see as Elizabetta kills the last one standing. Weasley. As he falls, a tear scuttles along his cheek. He lost everything before his life, his family, his friends….
Each raindrop as it falls tells a story. A story of someone or something. I see a raindrop fall, and for a second I see my face reflected in it, but in the image I see, I am crying. My instinct is to raise my hand to my cheek, and it is wet, I have been crying. But the rain hides my sour tears.
There is cheering all around me, we won. We knew we would win, but we celebrate, they celebrate. I just sit here on the mud, crying. I can't remember the last time I cried. There is so much to cry about, we won.
We shouldn't have won; more people are going to die. This time there will be nobody to save them.
I helped. I was a part of this massacre. Elizabetta walks over to me, with a fixed smile on her face. Triumph? Over what?
Before I was blinded by a veil, a dark veil which permitted me to see everything black, what I always thought the world should be like. Now it has been removed, I have been born to a new light. But I am born to it as it fades.
I ill never understand fate, for I do not believe in it. I believe we all have the power to construct our futures. But weak minds are easily corrupted, and my mind was far too weak.
End of chapter 6°-
Next chapter called Suicide. Will post if u review.
abby
by the way I know it's short. I promise next will be longer