Este es un fic basado en The Fall of the House of Usher, de Edgar Allan Poe. Hace poco lo volví a leer y me inspiro... si no lo entienden firmen con su pregunta xq no pude poner todo para ke se entienda.
It's a fanfiction based on Edgar Allan Poe's The Fall of the House of Usher, as I read it again recently it inspired me. I f you don't understand some part just tell me in a signed post. Thanks for reading it.
The fall
It was late at night and it was very cold. He regretted saying he would be fine without his traveling cloak. He was standing in the middle of a deserted street, immersed in his thoughts: "He wouldn't want me here, would he? This place he despised the most,". Taking a final decision about whether to enter or not took ages. He didn't want to enter the place of his imprisonment, but in the end the house now belonged to him and he would have to face a moment like this eventually. He tried to stop thinking and clear his mind, but it kept working faster than ever. He felt that feelings back, the ones from that horrible night. The guilt, the pain and the impotence, all of them as it happened only 10 minutes ago and not 5 years.
"Be a man for God's sakes" He forced himself to take a decision. He had been brave to do a million things worse in the past, but now he was nobody and felt tiny and insignificant. He would do it. "It's just a couple of steps away, I can do it...", but his legs didn't move. Then he stopped thinking and some moments later he was in the middle of the houses numbered 11 and 13. The next thing to do was to remember, to go back again in the past he so hard tried to forget. Flashes of hundreds of images came to his head, his first memory here, his first impression and the fellings he left with. He smiled, half beacuse of those feelings and half beacuse his heart broke once again as he reminded what he lost.
His never-home appeared. He entered a little shakily. He didn't care about illumining the room, he was so fed up with his aching heart he didn't want any more memories to appear. He moved into the living room easily to wait for some moments. Then the room lit up slightly and he knew he was right.
"You know I wouldn't be here if it weren't for your own good," the man with long hair and handsome features appeared from thin air.
"And you know I wouldn't be here if I weren't like this," the younger one responded.
"You know what to do, don't you?" he got a tiny nod as an answer.
He lifted his wand high and his head went through the words over and over again.
"Goodbye, Sirius"
"See ya, Harry"
They smiled at each other. The feeling of extreme peace surrounded the room and then a red light came from the young man's wand and the walls and ceilings started to fall. After mere moments, the last member of the Order of the Phoenix died and number 12, Grimmauld Place was history.