A/N: Here's the seventh chapter for you! Scuba told me it was hard to see where I am going with this fic, so, everybody, please remember: This IS a series of drabbles, and they ARE random, but I hope sometime you'll see where I'm going...
Disclaimer: I solemnly swear I am up to no good. I hereby disclaim.
Les Fleurs du Mal
Part Seven – Dreams
Oh how I long for soothing rain, all I wish is to dream again… (Nightwish)
Once, when he'd still been a child, he'd had many dreams. Dreams, as trivial as a child's dreams were; dreams, as even adults can't think of. Dreams, of such a colorful and melodious variety.
Dreams, of being independent from his father. Dreams of growing up. Sometimes even dreams of killing his own father.
Dreams, of being accepted. Dreams, of getting better marks then the mudblood Granger. Dreams, of touching beautiful Ginny Weasley's hair.
But as these things go, dreams aren't reality.
And so, one day, when he suddenly grew up, he realized they wouldn't come true. They didn't, indeed. Dreams of a cursed, of a haunted man like him never came true.
Yet every night he wished for these dreams. He wished for an island of freedom, peace and sleep, for he couldn't forget seeing those images. Hate - fight - torture - rape – death - corpses-
He longed to dream again. But, still as foolish as a child, one fateful day he'd sworn never to dream again. And so he would never in his life dream again, would never find the peace he longed for.
A/N: I've giveen up trying to convince you. Please review!
Anna Scathach