Hollow Vengeance

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I own the poem

A/N: this is a one shot. It’s like a songfic only with a poem. Um, yeah, I guess I’m a bit obsessed with fire, isn’t it pretty?


Hollow Vengeance


~Bleed for me, please~

Dazed silver eyes stared at the crimson world around him. He lifted his hands to rub at the sticky warmth on his face only to find that his hands where already covered in blood. Wet, fresh, blood. He closed those cloudy eyes and took a deep breathe before attempting to see this new world again.

~Kill for me, now~

Bodies...hundreds...no...thousands. Contorted and grotesque in their hexed state. Did they all forget how to cast Avada Kadavra? More than half of the bodies at his own feet were burned to charred embers. The smell was only now making itself known and he could feel his stomach lurching at the flashes of memories the drifting smoke brought upon him.

~Scream for me when it is done,
And I will hear~

Did he dare to throw up on the very bodies he had created? Did he dare scream at the very carnage he had created? Was there anyone left to hear him? Will he hear me?

~Do not forget my voice~

After wiping his lips of the bitter aftertaste of his own vomit, he stood straight once more.

Did anyone bother with the killing curse at all?

He pushed back one of the few silver locks that was not already plastered to his crimson soaked robes before stepping forward. He winced as the half-scabbed cuts on his legs reopened with his efforts. Has anyone survived?

He crept through the bodies, trying in vain to avoid stepping on any of them. Is he still here?

he could recognize only a few of the faces beneath him, most were to contorted or missing to much skin for his mind to even attempt a name. Was this much pain truly necessary to kill?

He was straining his eyes to see through the smoke that clung to his throat. He was straining his ears for any sound of the living...but truly, he listened only for His voice. Did he survive?

~Hold me close,
Before I am no more than ash~

He didn't know how long he limped through the quite battlefield. None he found were still living. His mind had yet to allow him the ability to create a list of those he had recognized for dead. But it didn't matter. He didn't need a list. They were all dead. But what of him?

Even as he knew that no fate but his own would vary he still forced himself to look. Still searching out the one body he knew must not exist. But still the knowledge plagued him. Is he gone?

His body moved though the pain was beyond incredible. Some part of him realized that he was killing himself. If he would only apparate to the Castle...or St Mungos...he need not die here. But he needed to confirm what this mind refused to acknowledge. Do I dare remember what I have done this day?

Hours...eternity's...or maybe it was but a few minutes passed and he found himself kneeling. Why had he stopped? Why was that face, for all the blood, so familiar? Hands that were to pail, even with the contrast of red, to be any but his own reached forward. Thin fingers brushed black hair from a smooth forehead to reveal a jagged scar. Arms that felt to numb to be his own pulled the smaller body towards himself. He clutched at the body he could not name.

~Kill now,
For revenge of love~

Memories that he did not want to claim crowded into his mind.

Fire...dark...cold...death...blood

He watched, again, as the war raged around him. Bodies fell on both sides. But he cared for none of it. He looked only for one. He watched only for one. The dark lord dueled alone with his love. This was what he watched. And when the green light of the killing curse exploded from the center of the field, enveloping both men within its embrace he screamed his love's name. His minds vision faded to black just as it had when it had actually occurred. Now he could recall the power that he had called forth, the words he had spoken, hear the screams of those he had killed with the final word of his incantation.

~Cry when it is done~

Tears spilled from his eyes. He tried to call his love's name but all that emerged from his mouth was a strangled moan.

~Smear the pretty pictures...
Leave only pain~

Rage at deaths cruel joke welled within him. And beneath all of that pain, all of that denial and sorrow, he felt guilt. He had killed them all. Every person on this field had felt his agony and was sacrificed in his mourning. Friend, foe, ally, and enemy. None had been spared his revenge on this world, none but himself.

~Let me hear their tears,
Make them feel it~

"But they deserved it!" he ground out, his voice muffled from his tears.

~Write your deeds with the scarlet ink
Bathe me in the crimson creek
Cry for me when it is complete~

He had killed them all. Fire had filled the air and screams had soared upon the winds. Blood and burnt flesh. All of it his own doing. His work. His creation.

~Don't ever let go,
Remember my voice,
Remember my touch~

But what did death and murder matter when he was alone. Only a corpse to remind him. Dark hair and darker blood upon tanned skin.
He would never hear his voice again. Never feel his warm touch. And still, he could not summon this man's name to his lips. Let the tears wash away the blood. Let the grief fill the hollow. Revenge had done nothing to sate his pain.

~Hold my ashes as they drift to the winds
Now scream my name for the task is done~

Draco cold not breathe. He could not move. His body was a mass of flesh, numb and cold. His vision was blurred beyond distortion. He could not feel the body in his arms. Every emotion within him boiled with power. It was familiar, this rage, this pain, this fear, this grief. He had done this before, moments before. He had killed as he cried. He had killed for him...

"Harry!" it was with that scream, that final plea for reality to vanish, that Draco cast his final spell.

Two bodies disappeared from the field of death. The only sign of anything having ever been were the ashes. Only ashes in the wind, left to drift across a sea of blood and death. The murder was done.

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The Poem:
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Bleed for me, please
Kill for me, now
Scream for me when it is done,
And I will hear
Do not forget my voice
Hold me close,
Before I am no more than ash
Kill now,
For revenge of love
Cry when it is done
Smear the pretty pictures...
Leave only pain
Let me hear their tears,
Make them feel it
Write your deeds with the scarlet ink
Bathe me in the crimson creek
Cry for me when it is complete
Don't ever let go,
Remember my voice,
Remember my touch
Hold my ashes as they drift to the winds
Now scream my name for the task is done
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A/N: yup, that's it. Um...review?