Someone to hold onto
Summary: It all made sense. Everyone had gone and left, abandoned her. Even him…
Someone to hold onto
Chapter1- No One
It all came crashing down onto her all at once.
Her parents and the rest of her family were gone.
Slaughtered by Antonin Dolohov, Walden Macnair, and Evan Rosier (he was never killed). It was small comfort to know that they had all worked together and put up an amazing fight and had managed to take down a few unnamed Death Eaters before the other three came.
Her friends had abandoned her.
They were all too busy with school, relationships and life in general. School was all she was good for. No one wanted her and she had nothing and nobody to live for any more. There had been a boy three years ago, but she had turned him down. He was basically famous anyway; lots of girls wanted him, and they always followed him around. They just stayed friends until he stopped writing to her.
Even her best friends had left her. She could hardly help them anymore. They mostly left her behind whenever they left school. Now they had better cooler friends, they'd just faded away little by little, growing farther and father apart until only a thin strand of friendship connected them. They just suddenly cut it completely; they stopped talking to her, stopped sharing secrets with her. Even that big secret, the mission that meant life or death for thousands of people if not successfully fulfilled, they had left her out. After all the danger she'd been through with them, after the times she'd stayed by them for so long, they'd destroyed their friendship. She was always ignored by everyone, including teachers. She was unimportant and just a nuisance to everyone and she knew it.
As she watched her "friends" being praised outside the window, the praise she knew (but didn't care) would not have come along if not for her constant life-risking for the fools, she saw someone running to the castle. Why should she care? It was just another stupid unfortunate soul trying to save something else from the castle. It obviously wasn't her so it didn't matter to her. Isolation had turned her cold.
Above all, it hurt how much he hated her.
He was the only one who didn't ignore her at first, but he always pestered and bothered her, in addition to all she was going through. She had to bite back tears at first, but now it was like she'd run out of tears to cry. She didn't know why she couldn't hate him back, why she felt like…that around him. The tingling feeling in the pit of her stomach every time they "accidentally" brushed shoulders in the halls, when they walked into the same room, the tension that rose, and when they locked eyes…
It was very… different.
She started to have new feelings. She was almost happy for some strange reason, even though he insulted and hated her, always tried to cause her pain. Maybe it was because he was the only one to talk to her, to make her fell like she wasn't completely invisible.
Then her life came to a halt.
He started to ignore her. One day he was nudging her in the halls and the next day, yesterday, he looked at his shoes whenever he passed her in the halls or just pretended like she wasn't there.
The last time he had actually shown some emotion was a few months ago. They bumped into each other in the library and she fell on top of him. Their lips brushed infinitesimally. She got up and stared into his face for a second and froze. He had this look of anger and confusion on his face. Her face got hot; she mumbled an apology and ran out. She thought she heard footsteps behind her so she sped up and got as far away as she could. His face scared her; it wasn't the emotion she was used to. It was too different.
That was it. After that there was no more emotion.
Now she was completely invisible.
That night she just broke. Everything inside her tore up. She screamed, threw things at the wall and just cursed everything in sight. As she lie on the floor of her common room, she thought about how much she just wanted to go, to be rid of the excruciating pain, to die. Just because of him and the damn effect he had on her.
She still didn't cry.
She just decided to "go away" like everyone obviously wanted & tonight, she realized that none of them cared if she was killed liked she almost was by Bellatrix Lestrange. They had all kept on fighting. Not that she cared. There had had been the time she had thought that she was going to die but he'd saved her life. She thought nothing of it. He owed her anyway; she had saved his life.
It was really a terrible battle, the worst that Hogwarts had ever had. After many gruesome deaths on both sides, Voldemort was killed by his own rebounding spell. All the allies they had bounded together and defeated the Death Eaters. As they all started to celebrate and praise the fool Potter smoke drifted down into the Great Hall. It turned out that the FiendFyre that that fool Crabbe (R.I.P) created had spread very gradually. It was the perfect opportunity to "go away", so she crawled up the stairs and that was why she lay there forgotten letting the flames slowly but inevitably get closer, thinking that maybe, just maybe, if she dies, so shall her pain. The pain of having no one to love, to care for…
No one to hold onto.
Chapter 2
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