DISCLAMIER: I do not wish to claim either Sailor Moon or Harry Potter for myself, they are owned and protected by copyrights to Naoko Takeuchi and J. K. Rowling.
Okay, so I've decided to tackle another story finally. So, why am I starting something new instead of continuing on with my other stories? Well, for one, 'Together Forever and Always' was removed by thanks a lot And with 'Traces of Mistakes' I'm currently suffering from serious writers block. I know what I want to happen, but its getting there that's the hard part, so we'll see what happens there.
Anyway, Bring me to Life is based off the song by Evanescence. I clearly get a lot of my story ideas from music. 'Traces of Mistakes' came from Mr. Brightside by the Killers, as I'm sure some of you would already know because I think I wrote that somewhere in the story. But anyway, I'm here to set out a warning. This story's rating is most likely to change, I indent for it to be rather dark, a lot darker than anything I've ever attempted to write before. And I hope it actually has that affect and isn't some sort of wanna-be dark story. We'll see. Anyway, enough from me, go ahead and read, and don't forget to tell me what you think !
Bring me to Life
June 17th 1978- Hogsmeade Village
It was over.
The battle was over.
The sky above Hogsmeade Village was ablaze with fire as the entire street went up in smoke. The dust covered earth floor was littered with bodies of sobbing wizards and witches, crawling between the destruction caused by the upraising Dark Lord, and his army of loyal Death Eaters.
While most bodies were struggling, but still moving, others lay motionless in heaps on the earth floor. Their friends and loved ones huddled around them sobbing and moaning for the unsuspected loss of a harmless day out shopping in Hogsmeade. It had happened from no where; curses had spun viciously through the air striking hundreds of innocent witches and wizards down in mixtures of reds and greens.
Official looking ministry wizards scurried around the scene, speaking with Aurors, while unwanted reporters from local newspapers slid through the destruction, devouring all the information they were being delivered by devastated witnesses, Ministry wizards and Aurors. Photographers were constantly snapping photos every second, blinding flashes of light reflecting the horror and horror in mourner's eyes. The Daily Prophet was going to have a field day tomorrow.
Medi-wizards had been called to the scene, and they bustled between bodies on the floor, performing various healing spells and handing out vials of pepper up potions, sending the more serious cases off to St. Mungo's when necessary. Even Hogwarts Professors, such as McGonagall and Flitwick and Headmaster Dumbledore, could be located within the crowd, checking on students and sending them back up to the castle to visit Madam Pomfrey in the Infirmary.
It was the first attack made against the Wizarding world by Voldemort himself. His Death Eaters had gone to cause havoc among the Muggle world by destroying entire shopping complexes and killing hundreds in their fun many times before now. The Wizarding world had only had two attacks made to it before this, neither of which Voldemort had been present for. Dark Marks hung above the village, notifying everyone of the Dark Lord's work.
Just down the road not far from the turn off to Madame Puddifoot's café, a dark haired boy laid face down on the dirty earth's surface. Slowly he flexed his fingers through the dirt and forced his eyes open once again. His head throbbed painfully, but he didn't care. Gradually, he managed to lift it and steady the world spinning before his eyes. He could see her. With all the strength he could gather, he began to push himself up on his shaking arms, wheezing against the agonizing pain in his chest that could only be a few broken ribs protesting against his movements. Gritting his teeth in determination he fought of the desire to cry out, as he crawled through the fallen trees, towards her. His stormy grey orbs never lost their spark of determination to get to her, despite the number of times he stumbled and fell.
Her ghostly body rested not far from his own, her only forced movement the uneven raise and fall of her chest. The once beautiful, flawless skin was covered almost entirely with crimson blood, scarred forever with the ugly slashes which had been made against her. It appalled the boy to watch her pale skin reflect a tint of sickening green, spreading along her entire body from the wound that lay fresh in her chest just under her heart. The silver hair that easily put the moon to shame with its amazing shine was messily falling out of its unique style, and the tips of it began to stain crimson as they lay unmoving in the pool of blood surrounding her angelic figure.
Sirius Black winced and reached out his hand to meet with her stiffened fingers, intertwining his with hers despite the icy chill that ran through his body as he made contact with her. He collapsed helplessly by her side and wrapped his other arm around his aching chest. The tears he'd kept at bay for so long stung the back of his eyes and blurred his vision of her. He had always been taught to never to let his feelings be shown, and never to cry. Crying was a sign of weakness. And the Black family was anything but weak. But he didn't care. He could feel his heart hammering against his chest.
He couldn't breathe.
He couldn't think.
He was trembling.
He was shaking.
But she was alive.
She was still alive.
"U—Usagi…" He rasped, releasing his arm from his chest and pulling her body into his him. He fell back against a tree with her added weight and sat there with her in his arms. Maybe if he held her close enough, everything would be alright. Usagi couldn't die. He couldn't live if she died.
She shuddered against his body and she tightened her hold on his hand. He watched as her eyes fluttered open. Sirius could see the pain she felt dancing through her cerulean blue orbs. And yet her eyes where filled with concern for him. Their watery surface leaked tears out over the sides, and they raced down her clammy skin.
A smile broke out over Sirius's face. She was alive. She was going to be alright. He couldn't take his eyes off her. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen, and knew he ever would see. "Usagi… you're alright… you did it… you beat him." He whispered softly.
He watched the frown merge with the pain across her face as she screwed up her features. Sirius felt her begin to tremble. "I—I'm so c-cold… Sirius…"
Sirius brought her even closer to his body and buried his head in her hair. It smelt like a fruity mix, and he smiled at the smell he always associated with her. He could feel his arms beginning to ache under her weight, but he didn't care.
"I—I love you… Sirius…" She whimpered into his chest. Usagi felt Sirius's hold on her loosen, and he brought his face back into her vision, a frown creasing his hansom features.
"No," He whispered. Sirius knew it was coming now. Usagi knew it was coming. The physical pain was leaving her eyes ever so slowly, and it was being replaced with emptiness, "No… Usagi don't you dare give up. Don't give up! I won't let you die!"
Usagi's eyes shone with concern for him. Would he be alright without her? No. Of course not. She tried to force a smile for him, but couldn't find the energy to do it. The Avada Kedavra curse was surging powerfully through her body, killing her slowly from the inside. It wouldn't be much longer now. Why she was even still alive five minutes after she had been struck down with the killing curse was a mystery. That had never happened to anyone before. But she wasn't going to be the first person to actually survive it. That was impossible. She knew that. And Sirius knew it too.
"Sirius… you know you can't…" She whispered softly.
"Yes I can! Somebody will be here any minute now, Usagi! And then we'll take you to Madame Pomfery and she'll cure you in a second, okay? You're going to be alright. You're going to be alright…" He trailed off, his voice sounding like he was trying to convince himself she would be alright just as much as her.
Usagi took in a sharp breath as the pain increased, forcing tears out of her eyes again. She whined quietly, "I—I love you…"
And that's when he realized. No matter what he did, Usagi was going to die. She was going to die in his arms tonight. She was leaving him, and these were their final moments together. In a few minutes he wouldn't be able to tell her everything he had ever wanted to say to her, even if words were never going to be enough. "Usagi, my love, I'm so sorry… I'm so sorry I couldn't save you. I—I'll always love you and I will never stop, I swear. You're my soul mate. You hold the key to my soul, and no one else can ever make me feel the way you make me feel. And really, love isn't a strong enough word to describe what I feel for you."
Usagi tried to smile at his failed attempt to smile at her rather than grimace. And then slowly, she felt the pain numbing. It didn't hurt so much anymore. Sirius held onto his breath as he watched what little life was left in her eyes evaporated from the earth's surface. Her head tilted lifelessly back against his arm, and he knew she was gone. Usagi was gone forever.
Sirius felt the blood in his body run cold through his veins. Tears streamed heavily down his face and onto her icy dead skin. The crescent moon remained on her forehead, and the sickly green glow of her skin demised and became a chalky dead grey. He pulled her empty shell into his body again and buried his face in her hair, crying uncontrollably into it. His body was ripping itself apart from the inside. His breathing had become rushed and uneven.
She was gone.
He couldn't save her.
And she was gone because of him.
Usagi was dead because of him!
Time went by, but Sirius never noticed. Hour flew by, but he didn't care. The storm clouds hovering in the sky above couldn't hold back their tears any longer, and unleashed them unmercifully on Sirius and Usagi. The rain washed away the dry blood that had plastered itself to their bodies, but still Sirius didn't notice.
Nothing mattered anymore.
Usagi was gone.
And she was never coming back.
She never would come back.
Sirius felt sick. The pain he felt from his heart was far worse than anything he could ever imagined. His heart having lost Usagi was going to kill him. He knew he couldn't move on without her by his side.
It wasn't till almost half an hour later that the rain ceased, and Sirius and Usagi were finally found. But Sirius was deaf to the voices behind him. He was numb to the feeling of people hugging him, and placing gentle hands on his shoulders. He was an empty shell just as Usagi was.
He couldn't hear the uncontrollable screams of Lily Evans, who was flanking herself in James Potter's arms and sobbing into his chest, realization of her best friend's fate slowly sinking in. He couldn't feel James's free hand resting on his shoulder, while he whispered comforting words to both Lily and Sirius as they cried. He couldn't hear Peter's constant muttering under his breath. And he couldn't feel Remus wrapping his arms around him for the support that James was currently giving to Lily.
A few meters away from the small huddled group, Professor Dumbledore stood staring ahead in awe at what had happened, while he absentmindedly hugged a weeping Professor McGonagall. He had thought that the Lunarian Princess would be the one to finally put an end to the uprising Lord Voldemort. He really had thought she was the one who would triumph against him, like she had against so many other evils. But it wasn't her destiny to defeat the Dark Lord. It was another's.
Slowly the clouds began to clear to reveal the glowing half moon which blessed the sky on the night it's princess had died. A single beam descended down from it, and the crescent moon on Usagi's forehead responded to it. Sirius watched helplessly as the beauty in his arms slowly began to fade. He held her body tighter. He held her body closer. If he held onto her she would stay with him forever. He held her body tighter until the dead weight from hers was finally lifted from his numbing body.
She was gone.
Sirius wrapped his arms around his own body and shook violently.
He would avenge her.
Sirius would get his revenge.
He wouldn't let Voldemort get away with this.
He would have his revenge.
Alright, there you go. I know a lot of you are going to want to come and kill me now for what I just did to Usagi... but that's just how it had to go. She'll be in the next chapter however, I promise. I'm leaving this one up to you guys though. If you want to see more, you have to review and tell me so. I kinda really want to continue with this story, but there isn't much point if no one is reading it. After all, that is what I am putting it up here for!
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