promises

For a moment, we were just two boys with nothing to lose, completely and utterly in love. The world stood before us and we could conquer it. Hand in hand, fist in fist, nothing could stop us. A happy ending was guaranteed, our love the only necessary piece of the story. We could do anything we wanted, be anything we wanted. Our names meant nothing. Voldemort meant nothing. We were the only thing that mattered.

But the night was marred with smoke and blood. Our faces were dark with dirt and soot and bruises. The world burned and screamed around us. Any innocence we had before was gone. Our childhoods ended there, staring at each other, dishevelled and tear-stained. Nothing would be the same. Nothing mattered. The world was burning down around us, and nothing mattered.