HPDM Drabble Competition: Round Three
He had nothing left.
Today was the day. The end was inevitable- the survivors of this skirmish would be too small to keep fighting.
A winner would be declared today.
It was funny in a way; he was so drained, so tired that he physically felt an emptiness fill his soul. The bloody battlefield proved him right as he stood there, breathing heavily. There was nothing left to fight for. Nothing left to save.
Emerald eyes caught sight of his blond Slytherin Prince- tired and bloody but still determined- and found it.
He'd found his fight.
Word Count: 97
sparkley-tangerine (I'm still in it, yeah!)