A/N: Yay, I finally updated! I'm not really sure what I want to do with this, so for right now it will just be a one-shot. I'm not sure if this is an actual journal entry or if it's just what he's thinking either. Show you how much I know. Just to let you guys know the setting for this diary-entry-style poem-thingy is in the dungeons of the castle, where Harry is spending yet another night in detention with none other than the greasy Potions Master. One finds, however, that perhaps Harry is not necessarily as put of by spend some "alone time" with his snarky professor as would be suspected by most. Oh, and for those who read The Greeting, I'll get the sequel up by next week, I promise. Then you'll finally know who the mystery dead girl is. 'Till then, Enjoy this little depressing fic o'mine!

Invisible without the Cloak

Today you looked me in the eye,

But you didn't see me.

It's funny how you can do that, pretend I don't exist while you're slowly tearing me to shreds. Do you ever really realize what you're doing? That you're killing me with every poisoned word you speak?

Do you even care?

You don't know how much I study you, how I watch you're every move. Today you chastised me for not paying attention. You didn't know that it was because I couldn't stop thinking about your hands.

Those hands…

Those long slender delicate fingers, the way they firmly and yet at the same time gently grip your wand; the way they intertwine when you put your hands together; how they would feel running through my hair…but you wouldn't know that. You don't even notice the shivers I get every time I hear your velvety dark voice. Merlin, how you torture me…

Just look at me!

Look at me and see how much I want you, how much I need you, how my soul longs for just one touch, just one kind word from you. God, this burning desire that consumes me, never giving me a moments rest; do you know that I dream of you every night? Even in my dreams you haunt me.

Sometimes I marvel at the fact that no one has noticed my longing, this burring desire to be yours. Do I keep it that well hidden? Do even you fail to realize my piercing gaze, aren't my emerald eyes a dead indication of what no one can guess?

Tonight you ignore me, acting as if I'm not even alive. Can't you see that you're killing me?

Won't you save me?

I'm screaming your name, begging you to rescue me before it's too late. It's too bad you can't hear the screaming in my head. You ask if I'm finished, and I plead no, not yet!

"Yes sir."

You tell me that I may leave.

But may I stay?

Enfold me in your arms and run your fingers through my hair, do whatever you wish, just don't let go. Whisper my name huskily in my ear, running your fingers slowly through my raven hair; tell me your innermost desires, how you feel deep down, where no one ever sees; take me away from all this pain and sorrow, where no one can disturb us. Even if it's just to your rooms, take me there and erase the pain, wash it away tenderly with all the intensity that's yours. Claim me as your own, but don't leave, never leave.

You still don't see me…

I stand to go and softly say goodnight. You look up, watching me go, but you don't see me; it's as if a fog enshrouds me, hiding me from your view. You won't save me. I guess I'm still lost, still unseen by the one I wish to see me the most. Funny, I'm not even wearing my cloak…

Post script: Only 496 words, but I think it's kind of what I wanted to get across. Let me know what you think by dropping me a little review. Thanx.

Serpents Redemption