Disclaimer: The characters belong to JKR.
AN: this piece is for another friend, this time Emaleth. :)
There he is again, on the cover of every paper, of every magazine, rubbing it in my face. I cant stand it, and yet, were his face to longer grace the covers I think I may go mad. If I'm not already. Though I suppose in time I may end up going mad anyway, after all that's what this place is, a mad house, for mad people. Every night and everyday all I can hear through my walls are the ever constant screams of the best people in our world. Of course said world is now ruled by those that are lower then us, the ministry is full of those who were once not worthy of being in the same room as one us of, but now we are fallen.
Us. Such a short word for those who were so grand. We followed the one who we believed to be of noble blood. But it turned out that that was not the case. Oh he had the noble blood within him of that much I am certain, but it was soiled with filthy blood, blood of a muggle. Yes that was an amusing conversation between myself and him, no not him, him.
He who fought for those lower then himself, he who now graces the covers of the papers the one who defied the man I followed.
Harry bloody Potter.
My ex-school mate and ex-lover.
That time had to be the happiest of my life. When I didn't need to put on a show, when I could just be myself and he would never judge me. But it was not to last, fore the Dark Lord came and I was called to his side. The final battle.
I remember the look on his face as he killed the man I stood beside.
It wasn't cold, wasn't shut off from all emotion. It was alive with pain, that was when I realised that he didn't want his, didn't want the fame, the glory, the power or the responsibility. I never saw the death of my Lord. My focus was completely on the man I never thought I would survive to love and in a way I still died. A life time imprisonment in Azkaban. I didn't fight it, I know I deserved it. But at my trial I saw him. He was standing there at the side watching me with his haunting green eyes filled with unshed tears.
"I'm sorry" I whispered not knowing if he would hear. His eyes locked with mine and we stared at one another throughout the trial, remembering our times together.
"Guilty." I blinked.
"Life time in Azkaban." I remember hanging my head in defeat before being dragged away, one final glance at my lover and I see his retreating back.
That was the last time I saw him.
That was fifteen years ago.