Fandom:  Harry Potter

Link:  here

Genre:  angst/ horror

Pairing:  none

Why should you care: haunting doesn't even begin to make justice for this fic. It leaves you with a good old 'wtf' expression and a rather nasty sensation of despair and hopelessness. But if you're one like me that doesn't think anything of a story if it doesn't leave one emotion or the other lingering you may like it.

Quote:

Creak.

"It's not like I don't like them."

Creak.

"It's just like... cobwebs, you know, little ones tracing over my forearms and... you know about the cobwebs, don't you?"

Creak.

"Trapped, coated in waste cleverly disguised so thinly that you can't see it. Waste. Always waste. Is that how we lived, Father?"

Creak.