Alright, I'm typing this before school so please bear with the, probably, many spelling mistakes. This was meant to be a prologue to a fan fiction I'm writing but I decided it could stand alone. If you can guess who and what the story revolves around ( I think I made it rather obvious), I'll dedicate a chapter in my story to you. When I get it up, that is.
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Unforgiveable
"It cannot be helped," he murmured to himself miserably. He was trying to convince himself that what he was about to do was right, but his resolve continued to slip. He was on his way to meet his best friend and his wife for a nice little dinner. He had always thought they were the perfect matchboth had a dark disposition about them and a wit that was only rivalled by the other. Nothing had been right since they had told him and their two colleagues their secret, although they had said that they accepted it. It had been not long after their child had been bornhe was relieved to see it didn't seem to share the same ailment as its parents.
Finally, he noticed the small cottage looming closer and it seemed lead had filled his boots. The dark skies were dark and seemed to sputter their disbelief of his thoughts. He tried to ignore the feeling that everything was a signan omen, a bad omen. He trudged ever closer to the cottage, his feet dragging in the mud until he almost tripped on the front steps. He stood there for a long moment, collecting himself before he raised his hand and knocked. He fought to keep his courage and not run away as he heard footsteps from inside. He clutched his wand tighter in his right hand and whispered, "Now or never." The door creaked open on rusty hinges and he saw a familiar face peek out. He opened the door and starting to say, "Greetings, Go-"
Unfortunately, he was interrupted. "Avada Kedavra."
He collapsed to the grounddeadand his lifeless eyes stared back up at him. Greenhe had made the curse green. The colour of the man's eyes that would haunt his thoughts and dreams for the remainder of his, now, pitiful life. He closed his eyes, tryingunsuccessfullyto block out the face of his friend; half-smile still on his face, even after death. It pained him to think what betrayal must be wracking his spirit and he welcomed any retribution he might receive for his grievous misdeeds. Opening up his eyes, he looked once again at his face and felt his knees buckle underneath him. Now kneeling, he couldn't bring himself to look away. Instead, he reached and lowered his eyelids not only out of respect but because he couldn't stand those eyes staring back at him, accusingly. Fleetingly, he realised his cheeks were wet with tears but he didn't care. Soft footsteps (echoing strangely as though from a dream) could be heard, then a crash of broken glass. The footsteps came closer and someone fell to their knees on the other side of his body. The personfor some reason he couldn't figure out who it could bewas saying something, he could hear the panic and grief in its voice but he couldn't make out what was being said.
collapsed to the grounddeadand lifeless eyes stared back up at him. Greenhe had made the curse green. The colour of the man's eyes that would haunt his thoughts and dreams for the remainder of his, now, pitiful life. He closed his eyes, tryingunsuccessfullyto block out the face of his friend; half-smile still on face, even after death. It pained him to think what betrayal must be wracking spirit and he welcomed any retribution he might receive for his grievous misdeeds. Opening up his eyes, he looked once again at face and felt his knees buckle underneath him. Now kneeling, he couldn't bring himself to look away. Instead, he reached and lowered eyelids not only out of respect but because he couldn't stand those eyes staring back at him, accusingly. Fleetingly, he realised his cheeks were wet with tears but he didn't care. Soft footsteps (echoing strangely as though from a dream) could be heard, then a crash of broken glass. The footsteps came closer and someone fell to their knees on the other side of body. The personfor some reason he couldn't figure out who it could bewas saying something, he could hear the panic and grief in its voice but he couldn't make out what was being said.Suddenly, a comforting warmness filled him and he idly wondered if he was dead. The feeling made him wonder how he could have been so unhappy only moments before. A soothing voice that compelled him to obey said, "Kill her." He didn't want to kill her but as he tried to resist, he found that he had no will left to fight.
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I think this is one of the best things I've written! I think you'll be able to understand what they're talking about if you know who the characters are. Although, the reason for him to kill them is different in my story. It can really go either way.
