9-22-04
I don't own Harry Potter
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He sits still, and looks into the deep brown eyes, her red hair blows in silent breeze, and he put the picture down.
He then takes his fine wand out, and mutters a spell. Fire erupts in the old stone fire well. He walks to a book shelf, and takes off it a black leather bound book, and opens it to a first page, and writes in his spidery wand writing. The letters look ghostly among the fires light, and he needs to blink to get use to the light. He closes the book, and walks away, leaving it with a tattered picture, one that He now has no care about. He cast a spell onto the door, it locks forever, he shows no remorse.
He disappears from the sight. The ground shakes violently the ancient stone crumbles, but then in an instant the illusion is gone, He stands out under the starry sky. And cast one more lock upon the door. The ancient wards he has broken, with the blood of the founder who held most power, he walks away, never to step back to the old school, he forever forgets the blood red hair, and in a finale thought, memories flood his mind of the days before, he won the war. The days she tried to change his views, the days he wants to wash away from his mind, but they are burnt into the back of his eyes, as the memory comes to its end, he disappears, hes not coming back.
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"Power will always be the most important thing to me, love. You can't change, no matter how hard you try. I will never change, to be what you think I could, no excuse me, what I should be. In the end I have already won this battle, and I will win all the others."Those words he says. He watches her look away, but sees her turn to face him once more.Then she asks him so innocently "Why are you doing such merciless things?" He looks down upon her, and laughs coldly and says "Mercy is what the weak show, I will never fall into such weakness." And she looks away.
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Her family stays still, memories of their precious girl. Where is she now? Thats the thing that runs past. She told them she would go change him, but they tried to make her stay. Their darling little daughter now has run away. The mourn there missing of her, the light she brought to them. They know she did not change him, for they stay hidden all away. Loss has followed them so freely, of a son, and his friend. But where is the blood red haired girl? Will they ever see her again?
They mourned her, when she left a letter, mourned her when she did not come home. But before that happened, they told her not to talk of Him. She told them he was calling for her, his voice whispered words in her ear. Saint Mungos was only a fluu away, but the never did want to bring. So when she left, she wrote them letters, to let them know she was alive. But the streets now are littered in what looks like red wine. The color hurts, the color stains, the color of her hair. They can only look back at memories, and read the finale things in her diary.......not really secrets, but things she sees, things she left them, just in case.........
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Thanks for reading this chapter. So many reviews, I thank everyone who reviewed. For a while I was nervous about uploading this. Well, I guess I'll keep the title, since I will most likely refer to the color red many times. I'm not really sure where I'm going with this, but who knows?
It is a Ginny Tom fic, I am a fan of those, but more likely fan of Tom, well, I'll update again soon! Also, sorry if I misspelled words, the spell check most likely got most of them!
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