Disclaimer - Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling, all hail her glory! Oh, and the poem in the beginning is by Sir Walter Scott.
Warnings – Implied slash, of the Harry/Cedric kind, so if you are easily offended then turn right back around!
And it may not be fair…
Like the dew on the mountain,
Like the foam on the river,
Like the bubble on the fountain,
Thou are gone, and for ever!
Sir Walter Scott – The Lady of the Lake
It do not take much to break a mind, to crumble a soul and to crush a heart. Two little words and a world that was once full of light and joy will tumble in to darkness and despair. It may not be fair, and it may not be right, but it does not change the fact that two little words are enough. That was something the boy in the bed knew very well.
He had known happiness once, true and pure and without limits. He had awoken every morning with a smile on his face, laughed the day away and slept through the night without a frown. He had screamed with joy, danced with pleasure and he had thanked the heaven and the earth and everything in between.
And he had loved with passion, kissed with fever and spoken words of devotion to the man of his dreams. As one they had stod, strong and proud and without fear, and as one they had loved. And together they had created their own heaven on earth as they bared their souls and lost themselves in eachothers arms.
And in the boys eyes the world had been beautiful and perfect and that, perhaps, had been his downfall.
For now he knew that the world was far from perfect and that beauty was only a facade to hide the death and grief and sadness that had taken over his soul.
Now he screamed in anger and danced in pain and cursed the heaven and earth and everything in between. He cried for all that had once been and he shoke with the knowledge that it would never be again. And he wept for the one that he had loved unconditionally and he swore because in the end it had not been enough. He raged with the unfairness of the world and the destrucktion of all that was pure until people would came running, holding him down and pouring potions down his throat. And as his anger would slowly melt away, leaving nothing but emptiness behind, he would beg the stars for forgivness, knowing in his heart that the only one who could give it to him was gone forever.
Once the boy had loved with all his heart, giving all that he was, all that he could be, to the hands of another. And it may not be fair, and it may not be right, but with two little words spoken by Evil, and with no last words of parting, the one he had loved had been ripped away. And left behind, alone as he sinks in to darkness, the boy can only cry and rage as his mind breaks, his soul crumbles and his abandond heart is crushed in to nothingness.