Title: Always There
Authoress: Celestia Memora (c'mon, do I have to say this?)
Summary: She was always there. She always cared about him. He just never cared about her…
Disclaimer: Harry doesn't belong to me, or anyone else you recognize in the little pathetic attempt at straight up angst-y love. Only Marie is mine.
Prologue
This was pointless. Her head told these words to her. Pointless to continue day after day like this. Day after day of this watching, waiting, and nothing. Hoping, wishing, maybe even obsessing? Still fruitless. How long had this gone on? How long had she longed for his gaze, his attention, his conversation? Had it really only been since she had first seen him? It felt like she had been born feeling this way. The constant disappointment, constant feeling of inadequacy. She never could catch his eye. Her head told her to give up, move on, and find a guy who would actually see as someone who not just see her as another member of Gryffindor he didn't know.
But her heart told her no, don't give up because it was taking so long. Not when he's so alone. Not when he needs you most of all. You are the only one who can help him now, the only one who can tell him you know how he feels without lying to his face. The only one who can pull him out the dark, muddy, mire that is the hopelessness of knowing you have no family left, that you are alone in this world until you die. Today is the day you will help him, her heart says, and finally gain his love. Then you will no longer be alone yourself, and you will have each other.
These were the thoughts she had everyday, as her heart and mind battled for control. Until this day, her mind won, reason over emotion. Until today. Today she was going to talk to him, for the first time, even though she knew him so well. She knew how hotheaded he could get, how helpless he could feel. She knew everything about him. Not like a stalker. She didn't know his favorite cereal and shampoo; she had never stole any socks form his dormitory and sniffed them in bed at night. She simply saw his struggle, identified with him, and was unable not to fall in love with him. She had stayed quietly in the shadows, where she remained, until she could no longer stand to watch him flail around without trying to help. Tonight she was going to help. Tonight, she was going to take away his pain, wipe away his tears, wrap up his wounds and make him forget his troubles.
She barely noticed how she dressed that evening, only registering that she was putting on socks, she was brushing her hair, and she was washing her face. Her mind was concentrated on what she now believed was what she was meant to do. She was meant, she was sent, she was put on this earth, so that she could save Harry Potter.