Sometimes, if I squint, I can see him as he used to be and not the monster he is now.
Then, he looks at me and that cold look, the one that makes me shudder, stops me in my tracks and I remember how monster-like he really is.
Once upon a time, he had been a boy and I had loved him but now I can't seem to forget the disgust gnawing away at my heart when I see him.
He's not a monster, I try to tell myself but I'm lying.
I can't pretend not to see what made him turn out this way, I've seen him through his best and his worst.
I'd stood with him through it all but I can't do a thing.
I wish I could help him.
I wish I was a Hufflepuff, so I could hold him and not be ashamed.
I wish I was a Griffendor, so I could save him and everyone would cheer.
I wish...
I wish I wasn't a monster too.
Then perhaps, he wouldn't have followed me like he did...
...and he wouldn't have turned out just like me.
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Author's Note:
What do you think? Enjoyed it?
Ah, but here's a question, who's speaking? Severus, or Lucius?
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-Liaa