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(A.N for onee-chan, I hope you like it.)
Kill Me Faster
By Silver Sailor Ganymede
Perhaps he would have let her live if she had told him how she felt: that was the only thought in her mind then. It seemed as if time, though too cruel to stop completely, had slowed down. The cruciatus bit into her soul and though it was weak by comparison to some under which she had been held, it hurt her more than she could have imagined: not because of the curse itself but because it was him who had cast it.
She looked up into his cold gray eyes as she felt tears spilling from her own. She knew that it was weak of her to let him see her cry; where had her Gryffindor courage gone? Of course she knew where it was; it had died when Harry had died, when the war had been lost. Gryffindor courage didn't matter in a world of darkness.
She continued to look into his eyes even as tears continued to cloud her own. Such beautifully cold, gray eyes; so steel like, so soulless; colder than the eternal winter that had come with Voldemort's rule. He was of the darkness, she knew that, but she also knew that it would never fully claim him; his eyes were gray, not black, and they mirrored his indecision. In the end his fate had been sealed for him, she knew that; his entire life had been mapped out for him. Even as she felt herself slipping away she felt sorry for the one who tortured her.
In the end blood and not tears began to cloud her vision. She collapsed onto the floor as the final darkness crept closer towards her.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, but the dying girl did not hear; she only heard herfinal thoughts as she lay there, letting death take her rather than succumbing to life under insanity's rule.
Perhaps he would have let her live if she had told him how she felt: but perhaps he would only have killed her faster.