DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter, Twilight or any of their respective characters, they belong to JK Rowling, Stephanie Meyer and the appropriate publishing houses and film studios e.t.c. This is purely a work of fiction
AN: Okay, anyone who has been reading Corrupción e Ilusiones probably will want to shoot me when they see this. My promises of updates once a month were pretty much ripped to shreds as soon as I started my final year of school, and now I have exams and coursework which I'm struggling to do. This is a hobby, so it's a case of I'll update when I can. Just know that whilst I'm not abandoning ANY of my stories, I'm not gonna put my place at a university at risk because I'm not spending enough time on work.
This is the prologue (thus the shortness), and the first chapter is well on it's way.
I can't say I've never given much thought to how I'd die. Quite the contrary, actually. For the past four years or so I'd done nothing but think about such a depressing matter.
How could I not?
With the madman who killed your parents constantly at your heels, it would seem inevitable that you'd die by his hands.
Then there was that prophecy. That prophecy which ruined everything. It made what we all feared set in stone and shattered all my hopes of ever having a happy life with the people I loved.
It killed my faith…no…that's a lie.
That bastard killed my faith.
I'd gotten careless. I'd forgotten what it was like to live in fear. All because he made me forget. I should be angry at him for it, but how could I? How could I have a negative emotion for the one I love the most in this dark world?
It's impossible, you know?
My laboured breathing brings me back to the here and now. Its rhythmic sound, which is loud in my ears, helps ground my focus. The coppery smell of blood fills my nostrils. The taste of it dances across my tongue. My eyes are probably dilated from the adrenaline coursing through my body. It numbs the pain which still makes me feel like my whole body is on fire. That's how bad this pain is.
I look into the eyes of my attacker. Those cold, cruel eyes which are both foreign and familiar to me at the same time.
I look into those eyes and all I can think is that I wish I could speak.
Just so I could tell him the truth.
'You are the worst kind of scum.'
AN2: Once again, this is a prologue, the first chapter is a LOT longer than this, but I'm not going to post it until I have a beta-reader pick through it. Speaking of which, can anyone interested in beta-reading this fic and maybe Corrupción (Bleach anime) please pm or email me? I have been looking for a while, but no joy so far.
Finally, thanks for reading, and you can check my Livejournal for news on updates for any of my projects (under bittersweet_mis, check my profile).