Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. Am not JKR. Wish I were, sometimes. Would be rich. Also, the song Haunted is by Evanescence.
Author's Note: SONGFIC!
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With a faint nod of his head, the Boy Who Lived dropped off to sleep, too tired to even try and stop himself…
Long, lost words will spur, slowly
to me,
Still can't find what keeps me here.
He was running. Or, he thought he was. Ponderous tress darted from his peripheral vision. He saw only lingering darkness ahead. Had he known where he was running, his stomach would not have been churning as it did. Was he being led into a trap?
When all this time I've been so hollow,
inside.
I know you're still there.
They were chasing him. Weren't they? … were they? He felt their chill breath creep over him. Yet he could not see them; could not turn; could not pause for a moment, else he would surely die.
Watching me, wanting me,
I can feel you pull me down.
So they were chasing him, he realized as frost crept over the branches of nearby trees. He was who they wanted. Who they needed. It was his soul that they hungered for.
The hair on the back of his neck stood on end as he gasped for breath, water droplets clinging to the air in front of him. His pace inevitably slowed. His lungs burned; his muscles ached from the exertion, but he did not stop.
Fearing you, loving you,
I won't let you pull me down.
Their high, raspy voices spun into his thoughts like a spider's web, mingling almost unnoticeably with his own. Slow down a bit, he was thinking. Or was it them? Yes, just a bit more now… Isn't that better?
Hunting you, I can smell you,
alive,
Your heart pounding in my head.
He tore his mind from theirs. No! His legs pumped harder, faster. They were not going to win. He had beaten them before.
Watching me, wanting me,
I can feel you pull me down.
Where was his wand? He could no longer feel the slow, warm pulse of the phoenix feather about him. A great wave of dread rushed over him. Without his wand, he was helpless. …And he could run no longer.
He dove headlong at the ground, hoping they would pass over him. They did not.
Saving me, raping me,
watching me…
He dug his fingernails into the semi-frozen earth, feeling the blood drain from his face, Emerald eyes widened in fright, and the lightning shaped scar seared on his forehead.
One came forward. It drew down its ragged black hood, ugly, sightless eyes glaring down at him. And in one dreaded instant, its massive jaws clamped down upon his.
And he felt cold. The Boy Lived no more.