This was written for the Marauders Map Madness at Hogwarts (where I am a snek):

- #87 Dark Tower: (Spell) Morsmordre

- #150 Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions: (word) Melody

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There are also a few Writing Club prompts I'll list at the bottom

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Warnings: Character death (murder). I don't think there is anything else.

Summary: Blaise and Theo were good together until one of them changed; after that, nothing could work the same.

Rating: T? Maybe M because of what's stated in the warning.

Word Count (excluding a/n): 538

As Darkness Rises

The wind created a beautiful melody; Theodore thought it fit the situation quite well.

"Theo," Blaise said, his muggle jacket, which reached his knees and reminded Theo of a robe, whipping around him, shrouding him in a cocoon of darkness. "Please Theo. Don't do this."

Theodore took a step forward, his wand hanging loosely between his fingers. He could tell that Blaise wouldn't fight him. "Don't try to change me in anyway," he murmured, taking a moment to look at the beauty in the terror of his lover's expression.

They were atop a cliff, a place that they had frequently gone picnicking at before their seventh year of school. Blaise's back was towards the sheer drop into the roaring ocean below, nearing ever closer to the edge.

During the sunny summer days, the cliffside was beautiful, covered in wildflowers, the sound of the sea a quiet hum. Today, it was dark, and it was dangerous—Theodore thought it was gorgeous.

"We were good once," Blaise said. Theodore shivered at the slight break in his lover's voice. "We can be good again. I know we can."

"Sometimes, who we wish we were, what we wish we could do, it's just not meant to be," Theodore said softly, walking forward still, only stopping when he was directly in front of Blaise.

Gently, Theodore reached his hand up to cup Blaise's cheek, and, out of instinct, Blaise leaned into the touch. "We were good once, together, but now you've become something I cannot be associated with. Us… we are a sacrifice I'm prepared to make."

"I haven't become anything, my love," Blaise said softly, his eyes full of sorrow.

Theodore snarled, his body tensing up slightly and only relaxing when he felt Blaise pull back away from him slightly. "You're nothing more than a blood traitor," Theodore murmured softly, schooling his features and leaning close to Blaise again.

"I don't…" Blaise trailed off, his face contorting in confliction. "I don't believe what the Dark Lord believes, but I'm still me. I'm still the boy who held you all those nights in the dorms after your father was imprisoned. I'm still the boy who kissed you on the edge of the Black Lake after the OWLs."

Theodore smiled softly, the harshness from before completely dissipated. "Yes, I suppose you are," he murmured softly before leaning in even closer and pressing a gentle kiss to his lips—it was soft, and it was careful, and it was loving. Blaise was gripping the lapels of Theodore's robes like his life depended on it.

Slowly, their lips still touching, Theodore raised his wand to Blaise's temple. "Avada Kedavra," he murmured, feeling Blaise's last breath, a light gasp, leaving his lips before he crumpled to the earth.

He vaguely tasted salt but ignored it as he stepped over the body of his lover and lifted his wand to the sky. "Morsmordre," he breathed, watching in fascination as pure darkness shot from his wand and decorated the sky with the Dark Mark.

He had to let his master know that he had completed his task—that he was a devoted servant.

"You're right, my love," Theodore said softly, taking one last look down at Blaise. "You never changed; I did."

A/N 2.0: Writing Club Prompts

- Character Appreciation #28: (Status) Blood Traitor

- Disney Challenge #20: "Sometimes, who we wish we were, what we wish we could do, it's just not meant to be."

- Lyric Alley #8: Don't try to change me in anyway

- Ami's Audio #13: The Suffering Game - Alt: (word) Sacrifice