pompeii
that's how it felt.
a fiery waterfall
ambers coating my skin in grey and orange,
ash painting my orbs,
flames dancing on my feet
and tongues of fire caressing my hair.
wrath.
a thunderstorm
a mess of lightning and thunder,
crossing my core again and again.
fear.
a tsunami
i was drowning in the pain
that my most faithful friend felt.
guilt.
not even the dark lord is allowed to hurt kreacher.