Free Fall
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
4
Views:
1,259
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Void
Part II. - Void
“And if it was you or was it me,
Would it matter more?
I lose everything, including me”
Out. Out. Out. Reach the surface; leave the dark and frightening pit. Out. Break the barriers, break all the moulds and rebel. Out. Breathe deeply. Out. Reach out the hand and feel the air passing between the fingers. Closer, closer. Out. Out. Out!
Air. Pure air. Breathe; inhale and exhale. Quickly, slowly. Sweetly.
Break the chains of servitude, take back the light of the days; like when the innocence was untouched and it wasn’t even reaped.
Free. Freedom. Al last, he had reached his goal. At last Voldemort had been destroyed. At last he had ended with Severus Snape. At last he and his mother were free. No more fear, no more uncertainty, no more pain.
Two years. Two yeas of unfolding and developing a detailed plan. Two year to win Potter’s trust. Two years to be the right hand of the dead Lord Voldemort. Two years in which his soul had seemed to die a little more because of the atrocities he had seen and made according to the orders of the snake-like man. Two years waiting, waiting; keeping a piece of his tattered soul with hope and faith of succeeding in the end. Two long and tormented years that had finally ended few days ago with the victory of the “Oh, hero, Harry Potter!”
Everything had ended. His revenge had been finally executer. Revenge that tasted bittersweet.
His mother would come back to the society as a survivor the Dark Circle under Ministry’s amnesty and pledging “Death Threat”. She would take the piece of her life and built a new one where Lucius Malfoy wouldn’t have a place. May be, he wouldn’t either.
His father would be kept locked. That hurt more than anything because of the wounded pride. He knew that his progenitor deserved being where he was; after all he did have joined the Ex-Dark Lord pursuing power and acting by free-will. He cared for his father, but the man had had to receive his punishment.
He… He would be free. F-R-E-E. The Ministry would let know to the society of his crucial role during the war. He would be named “War Hero”, and be given Order of Merlin, First Class; and he would be able to re-build his life as he wanted to.
Everything had gone well. Absolutely everything.
Still, he couldn’t keep from asking himself: “Now what?”
His only motivation to be alive and keep fighting had vanished, nothing impulse him to stay among the living-people. He had lost his Leiv Motiv, to call it in some way.
Get out. Out. Breathe. Air! Stop. Freedom. Breathe. Air. Satisfaction. Stop. Free. Anything. Please, something! Stop… Nothing. Nothing. Void. Nothing.
“And if it was you or was it me,
Would it matter more?
I lose everything, including me”
Out. Out. Out. Reach the surface; leave the dark and frightening pit. Out. Break the barriers, break all the moulds and rebel. Out. Breathe deeply. Out. Reach out the hand and feel the air passing between the fingers. Closer, closer. Out. Out. Out!
Air. Pure air. Breathe; inhale and exhale. Quickly, slowly. Sweetly.
Break the chains of servitude, take back the light of the days; like when the innocence was untouched and it wasn’t even reaped.
Free. Freedom. Al last, he had reached his goal. At last Voldemort had been destroyed. At last he had ended with Severus Snape. At last he and his mother were free. No more fear, no more uncertainty, no more pain.
Two years. Two yeas of unfolding and developing a detailed plan. Two year to win Potter’s trust. Two years to be the right hand of the dead Lord Voldemort. Two years in which his soul had seemed to die a little more because of the atrocities he had seen and made according to the orders of the snake-like man. Two years waiting, waiting; keeping a piece of his tattered soul with hope and faith of succeeding in the end. Two long and tormented years that had finally ended few days ago with the victory of the “Oh, hero, Harry Potter!”
Everything had ended. His revenge had been finally executer. Revenge that tasted bittersweet.
His mother would come back to the society as a survivor the Dark Circle under Ministry’s amnesty and pledging “Death Threat”. She would take the piece of her life and built a new one where Lucius Malfoy wouldn’t have a place. May be, he wouldn’t either.
His father would be kept locked. That hurt more than anything because of the wounded pride. He knew that his progenitor deserved being where he was; after all he did have joined the Ex-Dark Lord pursuing power and acting by free-will. He cared for his father, but the man had had to receive his punishment.
He… He would be free. F-R-E-E. The Ministry would let know to the society of his crucial role during the war. He would be named “War Hero”, and be given Order of Merlin, First Class; and he would be able to re-build his life as he wanted to.
Everything had gone well. Absolutely everything.
Still, he couldn’t keep from asking himself: “Now what?”
His only motivation to be alive and keep fighting had vanished, nothing impulse him to stay among the living-people. He had lost his Leiv Motiv, to call it in some way.
Get out. Out. Breathe. Air! Stop. Freedom. Breathe. Air. Satisfaction. Stop. Free. Anything. Please, something! Stop… Nothing. Nothing. Void. Nothing.