(Disc: No characters are mine, all copyrites belong to Scholastic and J.K.
Rowling, Never happened because this is an alternate Universe fictional
happening. No money was made off of this)
Your eyes lay stark on my skin like words of acid fire written upon me. You burn me with the knowledge that you have the power to. What was once verdant now is flat and dead. What once was mollified with life, now does not stir, for fear of disturbing long dead corpses that may not be happy in their unbroken sleep. All there is now, is silent screams that lay heavy upon the pregnant air. And I am not one to be ashamed of admitting my tears. I weep for lives. For everyone in them. I weep for you. And I know that I deserve every bit of torture that you give me.
The ending is perfect. Everything about this story stands brilliantly like bold black letters on an angel-white page. I have completed my life, written over the white pages as Saruman once said he so feared.
Filled the empty space with letters that, when put together, form a secret message create the adventure, love, solitude, and romantic tragedy that made up my empty life.
I committed no adultery, for I was not married. But I broke; I shattered, destroyed, killed...
I broke my love. I shattered all dreams and hopes we once had for happiness. I destroyed trust and faith. I killed...everything.
gone. Gone. Gone. Gone...GONE, FUCKING DAMNIT!!! GONE!!!
But you wouldn't know, would you? Nor would you care if I told you. But, maybe I will tell you, just to see your reaction. Yes, I do believe I will.
My name is Harry Potter, and I killed Draco Malfoy.
Your eyes lay stark on my skin like words of acid fire written upon me. You burn me with the knowledge that you have the power to. What was once verdant now is flat and dead. What once was mollified with life, now does not stir, for fear of disturbing long dead corpses that may not be happy in their unbroken sleep. All there is now, is silent screams that lay heavy upon the pregnant air. And I am not one to be ashamed of admitting my tears. I weep for lives. For everyone in them. I weep for you. And I know that I deserve every bit of torture that you give me.
The ending is perfect. Everything about this story stands brilliantly like bold black letters on an angel-white page. I have completed my life, written over the white pages as Saruman once said he so feared.
Filled the empty space with letters that, when put together, form a secret message create the adventure, love, solitude, and romantic tragedy that made up my empty life.
I committed no adultery, for I was not married. But I broke; I shattered, destroyed, killed...
I broke my love. I shattered all dreams and hopes we once had for happiness. I destroyed trust and faith. I killed...everything.
gone. Gone. Gone. Gone...GONE, FUCKING DAMNIT!!! GONE!!!
But you wouldn't know, would you? Nor would you care if I told you. But, maybe I will tell you, just to see your reaction. Yes, I do believe I will.
My name is Harry Potter, and I killed Draco Malfoy.