I'm feeling creepy, so I decided to write this. It's a short one shot, hope ya'll like.
Warnings: Language, violence, homicide, self inflictions, and disturbing thoughts.
Disclaimer: Dun own, and never will.
Enjoy!
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Silence.
That's all he ever heard anymore. Ever since /he/ had died, silence was all the boy had heard.
The boy pushed himself away from the pain, away from everyone and everything. Away from the simple pleasures in life. Trying to forget what happened. Trying to stop remembering. The boy wanted to forget everything.
But of course, the boy couldn't. You can't forget anything completely. You can't make the pain go away. Some simply store it away, but the boy's turned into a thirst for revenge. After /he/ had died, the boy's thirst had grown, a thirst to kill the one that had basically killed his godfather.
The boy had cut himself for a while, but it didn't last. It wasn't enough to satisfy the boy's urge. The boy thirsted for more.
People had tried to stop the boy when they found out his awful plan. Some tried to talk him out of it, others tried to force him out of it. They all ended up begging and pleading for their lives. The boy had crushed them all with a mere flick of his wand.
The boy had set up haven in an abandoned house and researched for spells. A slower death than Avada Kedavra. He had found it. Adava Kevara was a long gone acient curse he had found.
The boy had confronted the dark, and had crushed him under his heel.
The magical community had come to fear another being.
Voldemort was dead, a blood thirsty boy in his place.
Now, the magical community feared Harry Potter, the-boy-who-lived.
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Icky, that was super short.
Anyway, please review!!!
Warnings: Language, violence, homicide, self inflictions, and disturbing thoughts.
Disclaimer: Dun own, and never will.
Enjoy!
~~-------------------------------~~
Silence.
That's all he ever heard anymore. Ever since /he/ had died, silence was all the boy had heard.
The boy pushed himself away from the pain, away from everyone and everything. Away from the simple pleasures in life. Trying to forget what happened. Trying to stop remembering. The boy wanted to forget everything.
But of course, the boy couldn't. You can't forget anything completely. You can't make the pain go away. Some simply store it away, but the boy's turned into a thirst for revenge. After /he/ had died, the boy's thirst had grown, a thirst to kill the one that had basically killed his godfather.
The boy had cut himself for a while, but it didn't last. It wasn't enough to satisfy the boy's urge. The boy thirsted for more.
People had tried to stop the boy when they found out his awful plan. Some tried to talk him out of it, others tried to force him out of it. They all ended up begging and pleading for their lives. The boy had crushed them all with a mere flick of his wand.
The boy had set up haven in an abandoned house and researched for spells. A slower death than Avada Kedavra. He had found it. Adava Kevara was a long gone acient curse he had found.
The boy had confronted the dark, and had crushed him under his heel.
The magical community had come to fear another being.
Voldemort was dead, a blood thirsty boy in his place.
Now, the magical community feared Harry Potter, the-boy-who-lived.
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Icky, that was super short.
Anyway, please review!!!