This is a LOT different than my usual style, so be nice. AU, very sad. :'(
Based off of Christina Perri's song, "The Lonely".
The Lonely
2 AM; where do I begin –
Crying off my face again.
She sat beside the bed, clutching its frame as she sobbed, seemingly unable to stop. It just hurt too much.
The silent sound of Loneliness
Wants to follow me to bed.
She looked down at the floor through blurred tears. She didn't want to go there yet – the memories followed her there. It was better to stay, and just feel the pain.
I'm the ghost of a girl that I want to be most.
I'm the shell of a girl that I used to know well.
She rose to her feet effortlessly and walked from the room, down the hall. As she went, she walked right through the wall beside the door. Nothing could trap her in this form. Nothing except for her own mind.
Too afraid to go inside
For the pain of one more loveless night.
She stopped in the doorway of the bedroom down the hall, staring in at the rocking chair, the crib, the destroyed toys littering the floor, just as they always were. She couldn't bring herself to go in yet…but she always did, at some point.
Dancing slowly in an empty room,
Can the Lonely take the place of you?
She walked lightly in, silently, bending down as though to pick up the stuffed hippogriff with the burned-off front leg. Her hand passed right through, and another sob was wrenched from her throat. She turned to the crib, where she had left her little boy. No one was there.
I sing myself a quiet lullaby…
The Loneliness will stay with me.
She began to sing softly, uttering quiet words as though her baby was still in the crib. Her hand reached out toward the crib, hardly noticing anymore when her hand passed through. She patted an invisible head gently and kept singing.
Broken pieces of
A barely breathing story…
She finished her lullaby and rose to her feet, brushing away tears that weren't really there – tears that could never be seen by someone living. She went to the rocking chair and seated herself in it, but not really sitting. That was impossible.
Let you go and let the lonely in
To take my heart again.
Her eyes went to the calendar on the ground, having been blown off the wall That Night. It was still open to October 1981, even though it was 1985 now.
He would be five today, she thought brokenly. My baby boy…
I'm the ghost of a girl that I want to be most.
I'm the shell of a girl that I used to know well.
She wished she was alive. She wished she could see Harry. But she would be forever stuck here, trapped in this house in Godric's Hollow, forever reliving her last memories. She would never remember the good memories – the mother was too broken. She felt she had failed to protect her son. She didn't even know where her husband was. She was alone.
Where there once was love,
Now there's only me and the Lonely.
She leaned forward, put her head in her hands, and sobbed.
fin