Title: Nothing.
Author: muramdamus Fandom: Harry Potter Pairing: Read! I'm not telling! But it's slash, so don't like, don't read!
Raiting: G, I think.
Disclaimer: Look at the books again, unless there's standing my name all (apart from the plot!) is Rowling's!

Comment of the Author: My first english fic! So don't mind my english, I'm still learning!

Nothing...

"What do I have to do?", he asked, his voice trembling with unshed tears.

The shadow filled room was quiet, only the sound of breathing could be heard. His and the shaking breath of the occupant of the white bed, which seemed to big for the light body in it.

"What can I do to make it go away? Please... tell me, I swear I would do anything!"

Quiet laughter.
Once melodic... now it seemed like a mocking copy to torment him.

"You can't do anything", said the hoarse voice, "there isn't anything."

A bad-sounding cough. "Anything..."

"It... it just can't be! We're living in a workld full of magic and cryptical creatures. We have the knowledge of milennia, why can't we cure such... such a little thing?", the not so calm man asked, his black hair sparkling in the bright light of the moon which shone throught the large window.

"Because even magic has it's frontiers. We can't mess with the weather, we destinys and with diseases. That's just how it is.", the green eyed boy... young man said.

"But... but that's bloody unfair!"

"Nobody says that it's fair. And nobody says we have to like it... we just have to live with it... And don't even think on spending a thought about following me... I swear I'll return from hell and hunt you as your worst nightmare."

The black haired man swallowed. "I wouldn't dare to think about it... impertinent brat."

The young man sighed, "I knew something was missing."

A big questionmark on the elder mans face was his answer.

"You talked to me without one insult... it's scary... if you want to phrase it so..."

"It's more scary to see you in this bed slowly wasting away... and I can't do anything..."

"Back to the topic, aren't we?"

"There's nothing else I can think about at the moment..."

The teenager sighed again. "There's one thing..."

Quietly the words reached the ears of the elder. His face flashed up, his eyes shining with hope.

"Will you... could you..."

"Yes? What is it? What can I do for you? Just say it already!"

"Will you... Could you light a candle for me? Every yuleday? Somewhere where somebody will see it and remember whats important in live? Will you do that for me?", he asked, a sad smile lingering on his features.

"Yes... I will... Every single day of my life... I couldn't forget you...", the elder one said, lightly squezing green-eyes hand.

"Thank you", the boy in the bed said faintly.

A tear dropped. Filling the quiet room with a soft lingering noise.

"Never forgetting... can't forgett... never leave you... never stop loving you... Please... don't leave..."

"Someday... we'll meet again...", he coughed again, weak from the potions the hospitalpersonal gave him, "...someday we'll... we'll be together..."

"Promise?"

Again this heart clenching smile, "promise..."

"Love you... as long as you'll have me..."

End

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