Elemental: Sorry that I haven't been writing anything in a while. School has really gotten to me so I don't have time to do school work, spend time with my friends, and write fanfics. This will probably be the only chapter I have in a long time. It will not be a one shot though. On with the story! Hope you enjoy Tears of the Innocent!

Warnings: Hey! This will be the place where I will write anything I feel should be told before hand. Ex. cursing, violence, changes, etc. There will be one thing that will always be here however. And this is it: Don't be alarmed if the content changes every now and then. My way of writing is to write then go back and add, or take away, and edit. It will most likely change 2-3 times before I'm completely satisfied with it. This applies to every chapter to come in this story. If you do not read every note in every chapter, don't worry. I will write this in every chapter.

Summary: Post HBP.After dumbledors death, everyone seems to be suffering. Some who are asumed to be guilty or evil, are not, yet how can they prove this? Tears are spilt by innocent people. But why? Follow the trail of tears, and they'll lead you to the answer. Sum changed.I stink at sum. please read.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters. Just the plot.

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Laughter and tears are both responses to frustration and exhaustion. I myself prefer to laugh, since there is less cleaning up to do afterward.

Kurt Vonnegut

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…:OoOoOoOoOooo- Tears of Guilt -oooOoOoOoOoO:…

Tears of Guilt.

I had never experienced that before. I've had tears of doubt and frustration, but never guilt. What's it like? Is it when your stomach churns with anticipation? Wondering about the consequences of what you did? When you feel like you can't breath? Does it distract you from the living? Does it keep you up at night; because you fear nightmares will haunt you?

Why does it hurt so much? I lie here on my bed, hands behind my head, staring at the ceiling; no feeling of accomplishment in me. The only thing I feel is guilt. Guilt and the salty tears that fall with it.

While the others celebrate his accomplishment, I lie here. Had it not been for me, he wouldn't have been able to succeed. Had it not been for me, they would not be celebrating, by showering him with admiration. Had it not been for me…..he would not be dead.

I can't help but wonder, what would have happened? If I had given in sooner, or if I had protected him instead watching him fall, would I be crying now? Would I be lying here right now? I barely survived. Snape dragged me away without giving me the chance to do anything. Now I'm 'banished' to my room and still can't do anything. I have been forbidden to leave until the Dark Lord requests my presence. I can't wait for that time. I wonder what he'll do to me. I'm sure that it's not going to be pleasant. I guess I should prepare myself. It's obvious, he is going to crucio(1) me…maybe even worse. She would have fought back, because that's who she is; a fighter. I wonder what she's doing now.

I push back my fine blonde hair. My eyes follow the path of my hands. Now it's in my eyes. Maybe I should have kept it jelled back...hmm. She never did tell me which style she liked better. She would always just giggle and smile. Then she would start playing with the ends. Wearily, I roll to my side to look out my window. It's raining. I bet that would feel nice against my dry skin. Involuntarily, I lick my lips. They taste salty. My tear stained cheeks wet my soft, silk pillow. I'll just have to get a new one. A grin tugs at my lips. If she had heard that, she would have started scolding me.

I look back to the ceiling. Nothing, but a light green wall greets my stare. I ….I think…….I think I need some air. I know I'm not supposed to leave my room, but for once in my life, I'm going to go against their orders. Silently, I walk down the cold marble stairs. The pictures on the wall all gaze at me with a cold expression. All of them equipped with silvery fine hair, and cool blue eyes. All of their eyes are icy and slightly grey. It runs in the family. Always had. I shiver, and continue on my way.

I trudge towards the doors that lead to the garden. It is my mother's treasured spot. It is a peaceful place. That is the place where I can clear my mind. That is where I need to be right now. My mother allowed me a specific area. The garden is lush with exotic flowers and plants growing everywhere you look. Vines grow possessively over the walls and fencing. Their leaves loom lazily over all the beautiful flowers below them. However, no matter how high above they are, the flowers below them shine with unabashed radiance. How ironic.

The halls are dark and ominous. Dark magic weaved into every fiber of the walls. It feels like it's trying to suffocate me. I guess it knows of my failure as well. I try to walk a little faster. As I go, I pass the ballroom curtains. I see dark shadows looming threateningly on the walls. Every shadow dances upon the wall coming closer, almost touching me, but then it passes. And each time they do this, I hold my breath.

I can hear them talking; laughing as if it were a holiday. Maybe it was ….to them... After all, one of the people they wanted dead so badly, was. I watch from behind velvety green drapery. I wonder just how much they cost…so soft and smooth, but back to the subject. They're laughing and drinking; having a blast. The Dark Lord calls for silence. He's congratulating Snape once again. He's saying he has a treat for everyone; a treat the will help them conquer.

How odd. What the bloody hell could that be? As he steps aside, I see a familiar head of messy brown hair come up from the ground. Then appears a pair of eyes, which are fixed in a glare. I'm sure that if looks could kill, everyone in the room would be dead ten times over. Her cheeks have two minor cuts on them and she has a bruise on her temple. Her nose is scrunched up in disgust and...is that a growl coming from her mouth? She's snarling and glowering at everyone in the room. She's tightly tied up in a chair and I'm sure she is also in a body bind. As the floor finishes pushing her up, I am sure it is her. My blue eyes widen as I see her fully. Her closes are tattered, dirty, and disarranged.

They captured her! How can this be? I did everything I could to prevent this. I scowl. How could those fools let her be captured? They're talking; something about finally getting her. He's also saying that with her, they have the perfect trap for Potter. She still has that fire in her deep chocolate eyes as he says this. I could almost laugh….once a Griffindor always a Griffindor. But the main word is almost. Had I laughed, I would have surely been heard. I see her spit at The Lord's feet, then she yells something. She's still keeping up her dignity. I can feel a smile tugging at my lips.

"Get away from me to stupid nose-less freak! Do you honestly believe that Harry would fall for such a trick! DO YOU HONESTLY BELIEVE I WILL TELL YOU ANYTHING?'' as she yells at the Dark Lord, his eyes become stormy and crimson. Defiantly not a good sign. She continues to yell, much to my dismay. If she continues to yell like this, she's practically saying, "Torture me! Crucio me! Kill me!"

He hisses out a deathly "Shut the hell up you stupid mudblood(4)!'' I'd have to say he just mad her angrier though. I can see in her eyes she's dying to curse him into oblivion. Instead she just screams,

"DONT YOU DARE TELL ME TO SHUT UP! I'LL TALK OR SCREAM AS MUCH AS I DAMN BLOODY WANT! (Insert deep breath) AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! YOU HYPOCRYTE! YOU ARE JUST A HAL--"

What I witness next though makes my blood run cold. She never had the chance to finish her sentence. I can hear her ear piercing screams as the Dark Lord curses' her. When her cries stop, she struggles to look up. She sees me. Her eyes widen for a second. They show such sadness and….happiness to see me? No. She shouldn't be happy. I got her into this mess. She looks away, so not to make my presence known. But it's not long before she once again looks at me, this time from under her lashes. Silently, I ask her what happened. She just gives a weak smile and mouths 'I love you,' before she convulses in pain once again. Tears stream down her face. How can she say that? After all that's happened, she still loves me. What have I done?

I quickly, but silently run. As I run past the Manor's back doors, I realize it's raining. I'm in the gardens, and I can vaguely see the back gate. I stop for a moment. In the rain was when we first talked civilly. However, if I don't hurry, we'll never be able to talk, or fight, or do anything.

The rain is starting to pour harder, but I must keep running. If I stop, I might be caught. I need someone to help me. I need someone to help her! I need someone to help me help her! As I approach the back gates, I feel wetter. This isn't the rain is it? It's warm and salty; my tears. Again, I am crying. Again, my stomach is churning. I got her into this mess. I didn't do enough to save her. Now she's tied to a chair, awaiting torture or worse! Not only is Dumbledore dead, but now she's been captured. All because of me. Why? So many thoughts flash through my mind, but right now, I don't have time to even give them a second glance.

I run through the thick bushes and vines. Thorns and branches are tearing my robes. My exposed skin has been scratched, but I don't feel a thing. My clothes are tattered and I must look dirty and bloody. I wonder just how vulnerable I look. Right now, in the rain, crying and running like a lost little boy.

I'm finally in outside of the gates. Now, how am I supposed to get away? I think for a moment. I don't have my broom, so I guess flying is out. Asking for help is just plain suicidal. And running would take too long, plus it's dangerous. All the traps and enchantments the Manor has to keep people out, are also used to keep people in. I guess I'll have to try to apparate(5). I only learned a little last year, but I have to try. I concentrate on a safe place. I must go somewhere safe, somewhere people will help me. Take me there! After one deep breath, I turn. The whole way through, I'm still crying. Hot salty tears streaming down my face.

Tears of Guilt Continue to fall.

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Elemental: So that's the first Chapter of Tears of the Innocent. I hope you like it! I'm not sure when the next chapter will be up. R&R please!

For those of u who waited for this, I'm truly sorry I didn't put it out when I said I would. But it's out now! Enjoy!

Info place:

1.) Crucio is a forbidden curse. It creates unbearable pain in the person. Depending on how the user feels, it can be excruciatingly painful or just plain agonizing. Whether you don't mean it or you do with a burning passion, it hurts like hell.

2.) Muggles is a term used to describe non-magical humans. It is used by witches and wizards.

3.) Potpourri is the smelly stuff you put in your bathroom or in draws to make it smell nice…it looks like a chopped up forest. It's pronounced poh-per-re. I'm not sure if I spelled it right though. If I spelled it wrong, and you know how to spell it, please tell me.

4.) Mudblood is a nasty term used to describe muggle-borns. It was used on Hermione during their third year. It is mostly used by Purebloods, a witch or wizard that is 100 witch or wizard, because they think their blood is more pure.

5.) Apparating is a magical ability. When you concentrate, you can teleport yourself in a way. But it is dangerous though. If you do not concentrate hard enough, or are not experienced enough, it could end up disastrous.

Well, there is the information I feel should be defined. If you already know what they are, good for you! Because you should. If you are a true Harry Potter fan, you should know all of these terms plus more! Anyway, hope you enjoyed Tears of Guilt.

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