War knows no winner
Mike was speechless. Whilst he had been arguing with Silene, the dark lord himself got incinerated. He was quiet. Whilst others were cheering, he made eye contact with Silene once again. “…You lost.” Mike said. A cold, empty look in his eyes. Silene, who couldn’t bring herself to say anything, just looked at him with tears in her eyes. Mike limped inside the castle, his blood spilling onto the cold floor. “..Help.” Was all he could muster before everything went black.
When Mike woke up, he found Madame Pomfrey adressing his wounds. She was saying something, but he couldn’t understand much of it. “..What?” He asked, he sounded weak, he tried to push himself up, but Madame Pomfrey held him down. Something about ‘opening the wounds’. Mike just.. laid there for a while. He closed his eyes. Thinking about Silene. He felt his eyes well up with tears at the thought of her name.
“MIKE?! MIKE!!!” Neville screamed, tears welling in his eyes as he ran around the castle, looking for his boyfriend. “Has anyone seen Mike?!” He asked around. Worried. Looking around like he’d lost his head until..
He saw him. There Mike was, all dirty, beaten up and covered in blood and wounds as he was getting treated by Madame Pomfrey. “Mike!!” Neville ran towards him, crashing down to his knees as he held the others hand. Mike looked up. “Hey.. Nev..” He said with a weak smile that quickly faded the moment he realized the amount of pain he was in. He let out a pained wince as he covered his stomach. Lifting up his shirt to see a strange, black hole, seemingly infecting the veins around it. An even stranger black substance oozed out of it, trickling onto the mat he was placed on top of.
Neville looked shocked. He didn’t know any curses that did this. “Oh my god.. Mike..” Neville breathed as a tear fell from his eye. “Yikes.. Is it that bad..?” Mike asked with a chuckle, trying to lighten up the mood a little, but failing to do so. Neville looked at him with a sad look on his face, still holding the others hand as he used his other to cup Mike’s cheek. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t protect you Mike..” He sobbed, as Mike looked up at him, worried. “Hey.. Hey don’t say that.. Please don’t say that Nev.. You did what you could..” He said softly, placing his hand over the one cupping his cheek, softly stroking it with his thumb as he did. “And I am so goddamn proud of you for pulling that off..” He continued as he placed a soft, trembling kiss on Neville’s hand, causing Neville to sob even more, but also gaining a small, weak smile from him. “Hey.. Nev.. If I don’t make it..-“ Neville stopped him. “You’re going to make it, don’t say stupid things now, Mike.” He said as his expression grew more worried. Mike smiled at him. “I know, love.. I just.. want you to know that I love you more than anything.. You were the best thing that could’ve happened to me..” He said as a tear trickled down his cheek. Neville couldn’t hold it in any longer. He threw his arms around Mike, holding him close. “And so were you! But I’m not going to let you die because of some.. some stupid wound!!” He said, as he cried in the others shoulder. “It’s alright Nev.. I’ll make it only because of the power of your love..” He said softly, rubbing circles on the others back. “It’s okay.. I’m here, and I won’t leave you. I promise..” Neville pulled back to face the other. “I’m holding you to that.” He said abruptly, causing Mike to chuckle in response. Neville looked at Mike with a puzzled, sad expression. “I can’t lose you, Mike..” He continued, his voice sounded timid, as he was trembling all over. “You won’t.” Was all Mike said before cupping Neville’s cheek and pulling him in for a soft, tender kiss. “I love you, Neville. And that will never, ever change. No matter the state I’m in, I won’t leave you. I swear.” He smiled, stroking the others cheek with his thumb as he did. A tear, trickling down Mike’s face. “I don’t make promises I can’t keep.”