Lord of Thorns (Final Chapter)
This is our Last Chapter together, babes, thank you for coming along this crazy journey with me!
This Chapter starts out rough, but I promise it gets better.
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“You loved him.” Harry said in disbelief, the gun hanging loosely from his hand. “He was hideous, soulless, literally the scary stories we tell the children, and you loved him. How could you love him and not me?”
“Why would you do this?” Peter asked, shaking his head in shock. “How could you– Harry why? Why? So what if I loved him? So what? We were happy here, by ourselves, and you ruined it. You ruined everything. Why? Because I don’t want you? Did you think killing my–my– did you think taking him from me would change my mind about you?”
“I was trying to rescue you.” Harry said, narrowing his eyes. “You should be thanking me. I can all this way to save you and you’re acting like a brat.”
Peter stared, just stared at him in complete disbelief. “No you weren’t trying to rescue me! You have this crazy idea that I’ll ever want you and I won’t!” His voice rose as he got angrier. “You weren’t here to rescue me! You were just being vengeful.” Peter snapped. “You think I should thank you? I should throw you over that balcony and let your body rot on the–”
He stopped talking abruptly when something like a windstorm swept through the room, the curtains blowing wildly, the lighter pieces of furniture shifting and sliding over the floors.
“What’s going on?” Harry asked nervously, and Peter wiped at his eyes.
“You pissed the castle off.” He said, and smiled just the tiniest bit. “You made them mad.”
“Made who mad?” Harry demanded.
The Master is gone.
Harry jerked back when the voices filled the room, their volume nearly to screeching.
The Prince is dead. You took him from us!
The intruder took our Prince!
You will die for this!
“What the fuck is going on?” Harry ducked, when the voices grew louder, seeming to swirl around him. The wind got stronger, louder, howling through the room. Books were being ripped off the shelves, drawers opening and closing on the dresser, the covers from the bed being jerked into the air and sent flying. “Pete what is this? What is this??”
“The castle is cursed, Harry.” Peter hunched his shoulders against the storm, watching Harry flailing his arms around, trying to push away the noise. The voices were screaming, cursing at Harry, and he backed away, but they followed, pushing him towards the balcony as he tried to get away. “And you pissed them off.”
“Pete make them stop!” Harry yelled. “Make them stop! Peter!”
You will die for this
Look away young master
He will die for this
You don’t want his death staining your soul
The Master needs your pure heart so we will do it
Look away look away
He will die for this and all he did to you