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EOY HAS COME AND IS COMING. OH THE HORROR.
I seriously hate exams.
MUGGING WEEK.
OHHHHHHHHHHH I HATE EXAMS. ):
AND I MISS JE.
AND MANGA.
AND ANIME.
AND EVERYTHING JAPANESE. D:

Untitled #3

Harry Potter Fanfiction: Untitled #3
Title: Untitled #3
Fandom: Harry Potter
Genre: ...angst...?
Rating: PG-13
Dedication: Gift-fic for Janet! :D I hope this makes you feel slightly better! ^^
Summary: George mourning over Fred's death.
A/N: Wow, George and Fred, AGAIN. That's all I seem to write when writing in the Harry Potter fandom. >< Sorry for the horrible-ness! (And how come all of my fics so far are entitled "Untitled #"???)

 

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Untitled

Beta: Nanny (aka Sasuke_Dragon)

A howl sounded, shattering the eerie silence shrouding the forest.
A boy sat, silent, unresponsive.
A woman's head nestled in his arms, almost lovingly.
The lifeline of all beings cover the boy from head to toe, crimson paints a surreal picture, the melancholy of death.
A crunch of leaves as another being moves closer to the adolescent. The cold silver rays of moonlight revealing a young man dressed in finery, face contorted in sadness and pity.
The sight of the boy, whose heart is so shattered and maimed, made his heart clench.
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Why wasn't I on time?
If he were to arrive just a few moments earlier, the fragile innocence of the boy could have been saved.
Why was I unable to protect him?
He cursed his own inability to save the boy, cursed his helplessness as he watched the boy in the midst of blood.
Why am I regretting so much?
The boy held a place far too dear in his heart. Little by little, the frost gave way to his warmth, cracking the icy prison open to welcome more of his blessed heat. He wanted to know him better, but the cruel mistress of fate had chosen this moment to tear them apart.
Why can't I turn back time?

(Please give me comments and suggestions, really needing them now. And also, I NEED A TITLE! Anyone kind enough to think of any for me?)
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