Disclaimer: I. Do. Not. Own.
A/N: This is a sequel to "Different". Go read that first.
This is dedicated to all who are no more than a Ghost...
A Ghost
She thought I was different.
Silly girl.
Why would I change?
I, who have been the same for so long.
Perhaps…
Too long?
No!
I should not think such things!
That silly Muggle-born makes me think such things.
Far too often.
Everyone says that Albus Dumbledore is the greatest sorcerer alive.
I agree.
But only because I am not.
Alive, that is.
In fact, I am no better than a ghost.
But ghosts do not have hearts.
And I am only too painfully aware of mine.
There is one thing Albus Dumbledore got wrong.
He said I cannot love.
I can.
At least,
I think I can.
I hope I can.
I pray I can.
Because if I cannot,
Then I have no idea what this strange feeling I have is.
It regards Miss Granger…
Hermione.
When she was with me, I should have focused on the plan.
She was close enough to Potter.
She could complete the mission with ease.
But…
I found myself becoming more caught up in giving her what she wanted.
I kept thinking about her…
And here I go again!
And I wonder,
Was I wrong?
Should I have been so cruel?
Oh, God.
The look on her face.
When I told her I did not care.
That I did not love her.
She looked so hurt.
So betrayed.
I had to restrain myself from seizing the poor girl!
And holding her.
And never letting her go…ever.
But she deserves better.
And…I used her.
I hate myself!
I want to die!
I said I was not different.
I lied.
Oh, God I lied.
And now,
This heart that I do not have.
Hurts.
But what does it matter?
I am no better than a ghost…
And she deserves better than a Ghost.
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