sad, yes, but beautifully written. If i can direct you to one that i've written, it's not very long, but it;s almost the same idea. well hell it's so short i'll put it in here.
“You believed in me,” he yelled, “you believed in me.”
Harry hit his knees as the tears rolled down his cheeks. He looked all around him, his friend’s bodies scattered around him, the earth dark with their selflessly shed blood. For what, he thought to himself, for what. Voldemort had won and his was the only life spared. Harry watched through watery eyes as the Dark Lord’s cloaked for came upon him. He sat back on his heels, the tears rolling down his temples into his matted black mass of hair. He closed his eyes and the faces of his loved ones flashed behind his tightly shut lids. The bickering of Hermione and Ron in the common room, catching Ginny and Neville in the potions room, and then the one face that wracked a sob from Harry, the pure beauty of Draco’s skin and the unsettling arousal his smile would cause, this was what tore the words from his lips. But Harry knew he failed him, he failed them all. Voldemort whispered as he leaned over, “I always believed in you boy. Well, you’re failure at least.”
sorry this took up a lot of room, but yours was inspiring.
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Date: 2004-09-16 11:55 am (UTC)From:“You believed in me,” he yelled, “you believed in me.”
Harry hit his knees as the tears rolled down his cheeks. He looked all around him, his friend’s bodies scattered around him, the earth dark with their selflessly shed blood. For what, he thought to himself, for what. Voldemort had won and his was the only life spared. Harry watched through watery eyes as the Dark Lord’s cloaked for came upon him. He sat back on his heels, the tears rolling down his temples into his matted black mass of hair. He closed his eyes and the faces of his loved ones flashed behind his tightly shut lids. The bickering of Hermione and Ron in the common room, catching Ginny and Neville in the potions room, and then the one face that wracked a sob from Harry, the pure beauty of Draco’s skin and the unsettling arousal his smile would cause, this was what tore the words from his lips. But Harry knew he failed him, he failed them all. Voldemort whispered as he leaned over, “I always believed in you boy. Well, you’re failure at least.”
sorry this took up a lot of room, but yours was inspiring.