Disclaimer: I love you J. K. Rowling! Don't sue me or steal my underwear! I haven't stolen your characters, merely borrowed them for an undeterminable amount of time. He he he…
I knew I could never have her. I knew that was impossible.
It was not my age which kept our love unnourished, nor my marred appearance. She was not shallow like most.
It was not her youth or innocence. Those would wither like mine had.
We may have been perfect for each other in mind, body, and spirit, but we would never… be.
I knew the reason. This mark.
His mark.
She might have argued that it was just ink, a tattoo on my skin, no great matter of consequence. And she would have been wrong.
This magic, this mark is more than an artful display of hate. It has sunk deep.
In my blood, my core, my soul. I have known evil.
Such evil.
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-Sol en la Noche