Glass.
I felt the shards rip at my robe, saw the cold, empty faces under the masks, and I wondered.
My mind spun into overdrive, my heart tore with the prophecies that tumbled and shattered off of the shelves.
Was he part of this?
His father was here, no doubt about that, and so was his aunt.
Did he know that they were here to ruin me?
Me and Harry as well.
He had been broken beyond belief, loved and torn from it.
I thought that he deserved more.
His father and mother dead, his godfather supposedly tortured, his friends the only thing to hold onto.
Harry was strong, wonderfully so, and could withstand this war. My rock, and I supposed I was his.
But I loved. I loved a traitor. I shouldn't have, and I should have known.
I should have known it would be his family here to kill us all.
I should have known. So if I die now, tell my Draco something.
Tell him that I thought I loved him. Tell him that I thought we would live happily ever after. Tell him I thought that love would save us all.
Tell him I was wrong.
Dreadfully sad. Dreadfully so. Right? Not? Reviews are love! ~MA