skylines.

(-((grey clouds))-) ((-(to jennifer)-))

I'm holding on your rope/Got me ten feet off the ground. -Apologise, Timbaland.

Clouds swarm over his head, the sky darkens. Quickly.

He is the sun, once shining, once dazzling. Once embraced, once loved.

The clouds were white then. White, so pure, so innocent, so clean. Like he once was.

Sirius had told him not to join. Sirius had implored him not to. He had practically thrown himself down on nothing but bony knees.

Just like the mockingbird passing by, forewarning the sun never to trust those clouds.

(He didn't listen.)

(They didn't listen.)

How could he, thinking himself so high and mighty – just because he was part of the Dark Lord's group, part of his highest honour and glory. How could he debase his brother so?

Left with a sweep of the black robe, and a smirk on a chin so high, so high.

Left a man on his knees, begging, begging…

Left his own brother there.

And down the grey clouds swarmed and caught him in their shadows.

a/n: written for Sharkiesgirl's Nature Challenge. I don't own Harry Potter or Apologize. Kindly leave a review. :)