"Don't you understand Potter?" He asked me, shaking uncontrollably from suppressed sobs. What little pity I had for the blond rose imperceptibly. "He will hurt her; kill her, and my father. I will not have my parents' blood on my hands; you of all people should know what that's like," he said scathingly a silent tear falling down his pallid cheek.
All pity was shoved aside to make room for fury, and before I knew what I was doing I had plunged my first into his stomach making him double over in pain.
"You'll pay for that one Potter," he said as if that's what he had been waiting for. He launched himself at me and we fell to the ground, kicking and punching every inch of one another. I grabbed at his white school shirt and it tore from his body; in my mad rush to bruise every part of that scrawny hide. I starred up at him in wonderment and slight disgust. His chest was covered in long gashes, and bruises at every stage of healing.
We both froze.
"How did you-"
"It's nothing," he grabbed his shirt forcefully wrenching it from my grasp. He quickly stood, and ran, leaving me in silent contemplation.
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A/N: Okay I had written this a while back after I dream I had, and I couldn't decide what to do with it. So I'm asking my readers for help on what they think I should do with this very unfinished piece of work.