AN: For Laura.
I.
First Year
Trembling.
That's all that he is.
Trembling hands
adjust his tie.
Trembling voice
asks "Can I sit
with you."
The
(¿question?)
that starts it
all.
II.
Second Year
Petrified.
He lays on the bed,
unmoving
unfeeling
unseeing.
You stay
by his side
til Pomfrey
c-h-a-s-e-s
you away.
III.
Third Year
Scared.
He curls against
((Y.O.U))
like you're a
safe haven,
like you
(a pompous
boy)
can protect him from
SiriusBlack,
like you're a
Knight in
shining
armor.
And you're not,
but you still hold him
closeso close.
IV.
Fourth Year
Crying
He swears and
S-H-O-U-T-S
because life isn't
fair.
He's never known anyone who's
died/\_
and it's so
unfair
because Cedric was so
-good-
And he /crashes/
into you
like a ship
crashing into a
r.o.c.k.y.
shoreline.
But he doesn't
s
i
n
k
because you keep him
afloat.
V.
Fifth Year
In pain.
You see the scratches
redredred
upon his hand.
I must not be late for detention
s/l/a/s/h/e/d
into flesh.
And you hold him,
lips like
butterfly wings
moving across the wounds
with a
whispered
promise that you'll keep him
safesafesafe.
VI.
Sixth Year
Strong
The roles
((reverse esrever))
and he
holds you
when you get the news.
A cousin
deadmurderedtaken.
And you've worn the porcelain
m.a.s.k.
of bravery and strength
like a ((second skin))
for so l-o-n-g
but now it
s/h/a/t/t/e/r/s
and he is there
to keep you
safesafesafe
VII.
Seventh Year
Gone
You try not to look at his
empty
bed next to yours.
He's been forced
|out|
on the run,
a victim of his
_blood_
And you wear your
mask
once again
because he's
gone gone gone
and no one is there to
piece you back
(tog)(et)(her)
if you
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