Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Just to say: I hope you like it. It's one of my angsty ones. It's short, but sweet.


Keeping Fingers Crossed

Biting down, he drew blood.With a steady hand,he wrote his name on the stone.

'D'

A boy, laughing: so carefree, so gleeful. So gone. His shell left empty left empty and hollow. The heart-rending tears so often cried at night are just broken promises of the mistakes people have made for him. Kissing his mother's powdered cheek as she got ready to go out again. Standing proudly next to his father as he ushered him back to bed. The boy they knew had already grown up.

'R'

Staining his clothes with the bottle of ink his father gave him for his birthday, was yet, another mistake. He was left, with bruise marks all over his chest, to add with the rest of the bruises to his heart.

'A'

That girl, the one with the soft unruly hair, the one with the beautiful smile, stillhaunts him, he could always hear her laughter. But nothing was ever good enough for her. Not him, not anyone. She was plain as any creature, and yet, he was enraptured.

'C'

The way she laughed at him, in private. She glared at him with glistening eyes and told him that she would never love him. Never.

'O'

When he fell from the high tower and broke his back. The silent pain endured from years, and his body splayed out in the crisp snow. The face and tears on her face when she found him on Christmas morning, his blood staining the white snow; so innocent. His gentle face cold and a single tear frozen. And his fingers always crossed for good luck.