HP ficlet
This is something I wrote a while ago as a prologue to a story that never got written so I thought I might as well post it somewhere. Its Harry Potter, from Harry's perspective and about 300 words long. Pretty much the first and last dark fic I've ever started.
The night is still. The stars are absent from the dark Winter’s sky, enveloping all that dare to defy it, yet still the unearthly glower of the full moon shines down upon me as if it is a gateway into my very soul. I stare, unblinkingly, unbelievingly across the hills and marshes that span as far as the eye can see. Bodies. The lives of the living have been so cruelly ripped from them in their prime and now the dull, empty vessels are the only reminder of what had once been.
I watch the dead and remember. The tumultuous din. My sight blurred by a red haze of blood, my own blood, the blood of my enemies. The stench of death, overpowering. The power of the clashing magics.
It’s all over now.
A small wave crashes over my heart and begins to engulf me in the realisation that I’d failed. It’s all my fault. All these good, strong men, women and even some children, are dead because of me. Because of my failure.
I wipe a grimy hand across my bloody face and turn away from the butchery before me. The image burns into my eyelids and I know that in years to come I will still be able to see that crimson mockery in my nightmares just as vividly as I am seeing it now, in all its infernal glory.
I can’t stand it anymore. They will ask me why I continue to torture myself, blame myself, but the truth is that it was my duty to stop him. It still is. And now I vow before the spirits of the people I have failed that I will stop him. It is my future. It is my destiny. And I will not fail again.
THE END
A/N: Its untitled cos I can't think of a title.
The night is still. The stars are absent from the dark Winter’s sky, enveloping all that dare to defy it, yet still the unearthly glower of the full moon shines down upon me as if it is a gateway into my very soul. I stare, unblinkingly, unbelievingly across the hills and marshes that span as far as the eye can see. Bodies. The lives of the living have been so cruelly ripped from them in their prime and now the dull, empty vessels are the only reminder of what had once been.
I watch the dead and remember. The tumultuous din. My sight blurred by a red haze of blood, my own blood, the blood of my enemies. The stench of death, overpowering. The power of the clashing magics.
It’s all over now.
A small wave crashes over my heart and begins to engulf me in the realisation that I’d failed. It’s all my fault. All these good, strong men, women and even some children, are dead because of me. Because of my failure.
I wipe a grimy hand across my bloody face and turn away from the butchery before me. The image burns into my eyelids and I know that in years to come I will still be able to see that crimson mockery in my nightmares just as vividly as I am seeing it now, in all its infernal glory.
I can’t stand it anymore. They will ask me why I continue to torture myself, blame myself, but the truth is that it was my duty to stop him. It still is. And now I vow before the spirits of the people I have failed that I will stop him. It is my future. It is my destiny. And I will not fail again.
THE END
A/N: Its untitled cos I can't think of a title.