A/N: Here's the fifth chapter. Enjoy, and please review!
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Les Fleurs du Mal
Part Five – Freedom
Birds in cages dream of flying. Free birds fly.
The man was flying high above the clouds. On his broom, he felt far, far away from the earth and all his problems.
Ever since he was little, flying had been inhaling pure freedom to him. He used to get away from his abusive father and his unloving mother for days by just flying wherever he wanted. No matter what punishment had awaited him afterwards, it had always been worth it. Always.
And now that he was grown up, he still felt the same sense of freedom when riding a broom he'd felt so many years previously. He could forget all about the killing down there, about the tasks he was forced to accomplish by a tyrannical leader he hated and about the pain it caused him to see all those people die at his hands, at his mercy.
The freedom he felt in the skies never lasted, though. In Voldemort's Army, freedom was only a mere illusion that weakened from day to day. Freedom was an ideal, a desire nobody really knew anymore. Freedom had partly died with Albus Dumbledore that night on the Astronomy Tower. Freedom's other part had died deep within the people's hearts, slowly, but steadily. And with the freedom, the will to fight had ceased as well.
Freedom is only an illusion these days. But who wouldn't close his eyes from reality to forget his own imprisonment for a while?
A/N: I thought I'd try a new method. If nobody but SugaryTears reviews, I won't update... Please review! ;)
Anna Scathach