The Day The Whole World Went Away
By livethroughtheatre (a joint force)
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling and we are merely playing our ideas with her characters. This is not a one-shot and I'm quite proud of where this is going. Review and tell us what you think.
The moonlight captured on a lone figure, cape thrown about the dark figure as it approached a house, body hunched and slowly limping as he made his way to the door. Collapsing on the front step lay a man from the occupants past, his eyes weary from long nights without sleep and the haunting memories of earlier deeds. The collapse signaled the woman inside who rushed out of the door, her eyes widened at what greeted her and she slowly pulled the cloaked figure into the house, the full moon above wearing on as she moved him inside. Her past had come to haunt her, in the lone figure that personified the ultimate riddle of her past, present and future.
Obsidian orbs captured hers, as she loomed over the figure, eyes that spoke of dreary events and pain that creped through every bone. Collapsing from a month of moving he leaned back and slowly drifted into a dreary blackness.
The slim woman looked in fear at the man she once loved. "Love." She whispered urgently, putting a hand on his cold and pale cheek. She watched as he slipped into darkness. "My Love...please, open your eyes!" She cradled him in her arms and laid her head on his, wondering what awful things could've happened to him.
The darkness greeted him as the nightmare replayed, the screaming and yelling, the forces and faces about him. The chill that sank into his bones with the pleading voices, the sight of trust gleaming and sparkling in the old man's eyes, the old man who had trusted him without any doubt.
"Please" He said, the words replaying as he recalled the green shot that threw across the way. The wand flick as he screamed inside, merely pasting a face of indifference and hate. How could he have done it, why did he have to, what was to become of him. The memories haunted him as he thrashed slightly, his mouth opening to whisper a single dreaded word, "Why?" Collapsing back he moved sporadically, his body throbbing at the onslaught as if he were under the Crucio curse.