A/N: Here's another one for PoseidaxLunar's Songfic Challenge. This takes place soon after Lily and James' deaths.
Disclaimer: Anything you recognize belongs to JKR, and the lyrics (in italics) belong to the AFI song, This Time Imperfect.
All The Flowers Are Dead
I cannot leave here. I cannot stay.
Forever haunted more than afraid.
Asphyxiate on words I would say.
I'm drawn to a blackened sky as I turn blue.
The sky was at its darkest point, but the graveyard of Godric's Hollow was well lit by the light of the moon. With a silence piercing shriek, the gate of the graveyard opened, and as if he was made of the shadows themselves a man appeared. Looking as if he was dressed in the night itself from his shoulder length jet black hair to his black cloak and even down to the black leather of his shoes, he stepped forward as if in slow motion, each step carrying with it a deadly weight.
Though the little town of Godric's Hollow had never before seen the likes of this man, he made his way through the graveyard as if he had walked this path many times before – and the journey had yet to become an easy one to partake. The moonlight caught his pale form, illuminating the tough lines of his face, and all of the pain he tried to hide within it.
He came to a stop in front of the newest headstone, white marble, and knelt in front of it. His rough hands lightly ran over the engravings. "Lily," his lips mouthed the name, but no sound was made.
"Lily," he mouthed again, never making a sound, but a lone tear ran down his face. He lifted his hand from the gravestone and wiped furiously at the tear, leaving his face marred red from the force of his blow. In an instant he was on his feet, turning away from the headstone; his face now twisted up in anger.
Slowly he turned back around, his fists clenched and shaking by his side. "Why did you do this to me Lily? Why!" His voice came out as barely a whisper, but the dark intensity of his words was enough to make up for their lack of volume. He stood there stiffly, letting the slight breeze carry his words away, and leaving everything he did not say hanging in the air.
He lifted his left hand, a small bouquet of roses, red like the hair of the once alive Lily Evans – he would never think her new last name – clenched in his calloused hands. The flowers looked black in the dim light, and a wilting edge was visible to the once beautiful flowers; dead, just like the person within the grave he now placed them upon.
He stared down at the flowers, his glare seeming to quicken their rotting. His eyes shifted to the carved name to their left, and his eyes softened just slightly for the quickest of seconds, before transforming back into their cold, cruel mask. He lifted his gaze up to the black of the night surrounding him, pressing in on him like the smothering of a sack thrown over his head.
He took a deep, but shaky breath, staring down at the headstone as though he could make Lily herself reappear. The wind blew around him, lifting his greasy hair, and causing the fallen leaves that littered the ground to run around the graveyard with a dry rustling. He let his breath out, and turned back towards the graveyards entrance. Only once his hand was resting upon the rusty black metal of the gate did he speak. "I hate you," he said, never before having uttered anything so untrue. Pushing aside the gate he left the graveyard, and apparated on the spot.
There are no flowers, no, not this time.
There will be no angels gracing the lines,
Just these stark words I find.
I'd show a smile but I'm too weak.
I'd share with you, could I only speak, just how much this hurts me.
I'd tell you how it haunts me.
A/N: I would love to know what you thought -- good or bad -- so all you have to do is review. =]