This cartoon has cost me much writing it, I wept profusely writing and Running Up That Hill, the fund has been my emotional collapse, thanks to my beloved beta, is that this has anything more than sense but would be too crazy, and it was fortunate that I found so disponilbe why I dedicate it to her and has placebo soon visit Peru, and even if I die by not going to go to, so at least leave a sample of story I love that trio.
Important.
This fic is dedicated to my beloved Beta Lily-Amil, Placebo and whom I adore as a group and especially the song Running Up That Hill motivated me to write both this panel. I have no right on song or about the characters. This was done without profit.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Summary:
A look between them, then the loss and mourning with guilt in the eyes ... none of them said goodbye.
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine. Everything belongs to JK Rowling
Setting: Canon (?)
Couples None, mild Theo / Draco
Table: 30 services
Topic: # 11 - Breaking
Rating: K
Warnings: Death of a character.
Word Count: 853
Song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ypkXxGd4kZ0 , I highly recommend this song is buenisima a masterpiece, and was a engine for this fic
Breaking
Because for Draco only day that was the end of his life; it was the happiest moment, no, it was not, because while he got up rubble with shattered soul, he listened as others celebrated loudly shouts of commotion, but é , l had lost everything.
blazed by his parents but was not the same. He had lost there among debris crushed those broken promises of being together, sharing a life together! . He had lost his brothers in blood and struggle, in blazing fire, a fall in the maw of madness, the other delivered to the fates as a war debt.
had lost a mentor, who almost regarded as a father, had lost to the love of a dirty blood and green of his eyes, betrayed by him, a blow to know it was not just one piece.
And, although his family was there, her other family was being trampled with dances of triumph. Mutilated bodies without a soul to some, but for Draco was all he knew as a family, like friends, like brothers.
now only cries, riddled with guilt for being alive. Perceived her mother strokes her hair, whispering words of comfort, as he picks his broken heart into pieces, and try to unite, his father can not do much, shame cripples the inside, he knows that is to blame, the bleak future that awaits them, but do not get blame or their only child, or the woman he fell in love long ago. Do not get them because they all made mistakes.
And even the most innocent of all is the blond boy, now cries alone in the mother's breast, this feels the guilt of each of the deaths of his friends from the sweet girl and gooey it was Pansy, who died looking for him, just for the teen who professed to love and raised on a high note, and that he respected as invaluable.
feel guilt for the death of Vincent, the boy who spent his life eating pastries with his best friend Gregory, always looking to eat, defending it against attacks, always putting him first: "Draco are our best friend, we consortia between us and our families are united, will give a lesson Potter, Draco, he deserves it, you swollen eye "
about to scream in pain bites her lips frantically, his arms around himself hold it better than the loving hands of Narcisa.
Blaise far, the only one who had left the terror that consumed, the only sensible thing to flee, it misses, misses his big body, his hands to eve, because he knows that he is the only one who can understand, Blaise feel the same loss, it includes more Draco Lucius and Narcissa.
Theo, does not think he was the quietest guy of them all, the most peaceful. She met him when they had barely a few years of life at Hogwarts, it was still the ghost he met in childhood, the boy outrageously high, with pale face and dark circles edges, no sleep to finish reading a book that had intrigued, the taciturn guy with gray and crossed that little word.
In both, the key element was the silence, the quiet way he got into bed next to yours or the silent manner in which it was given by Theo space to sleep comfortably, silence in the morning when I woke up in the arms of ; gray boy, the quiet shy and sad kiss occurred in a quivering lips and dry, the silent glances between meals, the small farewell and promise of a meeting after the turmoil, called war.
His last silence occurred between the lights around you, most green lights that they avoided at all costs.
A look between them, then the loss and mourning, with guilt in the eyes ... none of them said goodbye.
Draco did not want to, I could not with the broken body and soul sold to the death, if only I could change the place for them all, if it can give his life for the silence her tears no longer be ringing, your tears one to one would not fall. Everything would be quiet and would be one with silence.
