Fire, My Old Friend

[dracogotgame]

Harry smiled. Fire was a friend he wasn’t ready to give up yet. A new world was calling out, rising from the ashes like a phoenix.

And phoenixes live only so long as the fire burns and the flames flare in silent vigil against the darkness.

Not yet, old friend.

Not yet.

Comments

[bleedingangel84]

Wow...this is incredibly powerful and vivid. Very awesome imagery in here. Stark and somehow poetic, especially when playing the song. Very effective prompt usage. Great job!

[dracogotgame]

Thank you so much! That's wonderful of you to say! *hugs*

[roelliej]

I really love the pure darkness!

Great story! :D

[dracogotgame]

Awww...thanks, lovely.

I'm actually a bit...concerned over where all this darkness is coming from :P

But oh well. Thanks for your lovely words ^^

[roelliej]

Don't be. Darkness brings some great stories, including this one.

And when the darkness is over, there will be lots of Harry/Draco-smut waiting to be writed down. ;-)

[eidheann_writes]

Oooo. I like this, and dark!Harry is usually a tough sell.

[dracogotgame]

I agree *nods*

But he's so yummy <3

[enchanted_jae]

Wow, awesome! Made me all shivery. *nods*

[dracogotgame]

Thank you! Precisely what I was going for ^^

[adafrog]

Very good.

[dracogotgame]

Thank you, lovely <3