Nox

Nox / June

I'm sorry for the times that I made you scream
For the times that I killed your dreams
For the times that I made your whole world rumble
For the times that I made you cry
For the times that I told you lies
For the times that I watched and let you stumble

(Nobody's Wife / Anouk)

Prologue

Two boys sitting by a lake. Their feet paddling in the cool water, their trousers rolled up and both boys with their Hogwarts robes off. Two pairs of shoes and socks lay on soft green grass, away from the mentioned boys.

The sun was setting in the horizon; the sky in front of the boys was dyed in deep pink, decorated with a few orange stripes. The big orange-red ball that was the sun, started to fade away behind the mountains surrounding the Hogwarts grounds. The sky behind the boys was already turning a darker shade of blue than it was an hour ago. The moon, in the shape of a banana, was shining in a pale light up in the sky. But the boys couldn't know this, because they didn't look back; they never looked back. They didn't need to anymore.

One boy had blond hair, so fair that one could mistake it for white, if one didn't give it enough observation. The other boy had black hair darker than Voldemort's soul, one had the desire to touch it just to see if one's hand would come out painted in black. One boy had grey knowing eyes. Eyes that show almost nothing. The other boy had bright green eyes, eyes that shine with innocence and purity, yet show years of seeing enough horrors to give a grown wizard nightmares.

Both boys were marked for eternity; one on his arm, where a skull with a snake protruding from its mouth was imprinted onto his pale, delicate skin. The other on his forehead, where a lightning-bolt scar was, making him stand out in all of the Wizarding world. Both were marked by the same wizard.

Two, almost exact, opposites of each other that had managed to find their way to one another in the dark curves of this world. Two souls that combine into one; each filling out the other. Two that will always have each other to hang onto when it's too hard to stand by yourself.

The two boys have been through enough. Now was their time to rest and pull themselves together again. Now they were waiting for tomorrow, which may or may not show up. They had to hope.

The green-eyed boy laid his head on the other one's shoulder and reluctantly closed his eyes. "So this is it, Draco, this is how it ends?" he half asked, half stated to the second boy. This was the first thing either wizard had said in the five hours they had been sitting there.

The fair haired one bent down to kiss the other boy's forehead. "No, Harry," he replied, "this is only the beginning."