Authoresses Note: I know it took forever, to get this up. Like a month and a bit right? Well, wanna know what happened? 4 Essays, half a textbook, Eaters of the Dead, and chaos happened. School just piled on top of me, and as well I got a new belt in Tae Kwon Do, so I've been practicing for that. Anyways, I'm really REALLY sorry, honest to God—I hate this getting up here so late. Well mes amis, I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all related characters are property of J.K. Rowling and Warner Bros. I don't own anything except the plot. And y'all know how the plot evolved. /cough/ sugar overdose /cough/

Note 1: There will be eventual slash, but not yet

Note 2: This isa rather poetic chapter. Kinda pointless and abstract, but hey, read and review.

Note 3: I don't have a beta, so I'm sorry for all the my horrible spelling and grammatical mistakes. Anyone interested in being beta:)


The sun had faded, light evaporating, cold silence taking it's place. The night spoke then, icy whispers seeping through stone cracks. Beasts, monsters crept up furtively, filling your bones, cold as death. Some seen, most not. They took the forms of the dark night, the swaying trees and the new moon.

Heaven bent to take my hand
And lead me through the fire
Be the long awaited answer
To a long and painful fight

A lone figure, curled up, no longer impervious to the beasts that bit, yelled, cursed… Clinging on to life, the precious essence breathed into his very soul, grasping for something, anything to hold onto.

Truth be told I've tried my best
But somewhere along the way
I got caught up in all there was to offer
And the cost was so much more than I could bear

He shuddered, once, twice, exhaustion clouding his thoughts. He wrapped the shadows around him, a protective cloak, blending into the darkness around him.

Though I've tried, I've fallen...
I have sunk so low
I have messed up
Better I should know
So don't come round here
And tell me I told you so...

The stone floor beneath shaking limbs was cold, hard and unfeeling. The shadows protected him, but only a thin covering.

Fear. It lived, thrived inside him, always present, never gone. Your greatest fear, is fear itself. But a word used too often, loses it's meaning.

We all begin with good intent
Love was raw and young
We believed that we could change ourselves
The past could be undone
But we carry on our backs the burden
Time always reveals
The lonely light of morning
The wound that would not heal
It's the bitter taste of losing everything
That I have held so dear.

Silver-blonde hair fell around his ears, dirty and matted with dried blood.

I've fallen...
I have sunk so low
I have messed up
Better I should know
So don't come round here
And tell me I told you so...

He cradled his arm to his chest, whimpering and rocking softly. Purple, blue, red bruises marred alabaster skin. Blood dried and flaked, the tiny particles lost in the darkness.

A soundless cry of help echoed from within his very existence; it echoed off the dungeon walls and even the night fell silent, too ashamed to answer, too fearful.

His leg was at an unnatural angle, twisted this way and that. Broken body, broken soul.

The figure groped wildly in the engulfing darkness, fumbling fingers moving across the stone, grasping at the night. Cold hands met and equally as cold piece of solace, of comfort. The boy took his wand in trembling fingers and whispered something even the shadows couldn't hear.

A small glow of green light illuminated his face, a sharp, angled face, lined with the cares that came too soon. Cheekbones protruded, giving his face a stark look, unhealthy and exhausted.

The pain in his arm was reduced to a dull throb although other parts of his body still were aching.

They had left him there, no one with him. They had left him with the shadows, and the night—nothing but pain to comfort him.

It was a blur. No more than a blur of black cloaks, and wands, red, green, black, spells, pain blossoming…

Nowhere left to turn, alone in his very own hell.

Though I've tried, I've fallen...

The pain hurt more than ever.


/sniff sniff/ The song isn't mine. It's called Fallen by Sarah Mclachlan. Beautiful song—I was listening to it when I was writing it. /sniff/ Buy it now. It's really really good. Anyhoo—like the chapter? Short, ugh, I know. Next time though!

Reviewers: (I luv y'all!)

Blonde Dragon: Thank you for reviewing! Sorry it came out so late… :(

Linari Tanis: /gasp/ You have a voodoo doll too? Me too/brings out her collection of disfigured dolls/ And here's Voldy…and Snape…and that big ol' spider in the Forest…and…. xD Innocent? Hmm… Yes, I wish. But, unfortunately no…possibly later? Ooooh… O.o

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