So this is my first fanfic to post. I do not own HP. I wish i did but i do not. Had an idea so just jotted it down so i apologies for any spelling, grammar, or punctuation errors. Very short but hope you like.
Her screams echoed through the castle. He ran from the room, from her, as fast as he could without raising suspicion. It didn't matter how far he ran within the walls he herd her.
He wished there was something, anything, he could do to make her stop but he knew that he couldn't. He was a coward hiding in the far reaches of the library curled up with his hands over his ears. He had listened to many screams in the war and none bothered him more than a wince, but her...
Her cry hurt him as if he were the one being tortured. He couldn't stop his tears and heartache as she continued to scream. He vaguely remembered someone telling him how thin the line was between love and hate, and he wondered if he hated her so then why did he hurt like this.
The thought faded as nothing mattered but her screams. He started screaming to try to drown her out but no avail. Suddenly it stopped, and with the silence his heart dropped and he knew.
He had no fear of his aunt any more and he stood, running with all his might back to the muggle-born laying on the floor. Her honey eyes cold and still.
Then and only then did he wish to hear her scream at least once more.