It's different from what I usually do...dare I say it's...darker? Yeah, perhaps it is.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Pity. It's the emotion that is plastered on people's faces when they see me. Their stares burn me and I feel like dying or, at least, disappearing right on the spot. People never do as much as look at me. They seem afraid, afraid of what I'm not, wasn't and will never be. They fear what people did before me, people that were on the 'bad side'. They never touch me. If they bump into me, they quickly apologize and they hide for the rest of the day. They fear me, fear my non-existent temper. They fear a defenseless, broken boy. I'm nothing more than a boy. A boy with dreams that will never come true. Dreams that seem foolish. I'm sixteen and I have to think about my future. It seemed so bright, but that was years ago, before reality came crashing through me. A healer, I'll never be: who would want help from me? They'd probably think I'm trying to kill them. An auror, I will never me either: they'd probably think I'm a spy. No one cares, no one will ever care. A long time ago, I could have said I was happy. Those memories are blurry now. Everything is black, there's no shade of grey, not even a sight of red.
As soon as I finished writing, I felt pathetic and threw the paper away. I had spent my day alone at the library while my fellow classmates were enjoying a Hogsmeade trip. Truth to be told, I had never been there in all my 16 years of life. Not by lack of want but by lack of will. I didn't want to go alone. Loneliness was the signal for people to start teasing me.
My school works were done and I had already read all the interesting book in the school's library. Sighting, I packed my belongings in my expensive black leather bag, exited the library and made my way to the Great Hall. Feeling relieved that barely anyone was in the room, I sat at my usual place at the far end of the Slytherin table. Picking up my fork, I stated to dig in, eating my meal at a fast pace, like I always did. I was so concentrated to only look at my plate that it took me a while to see that Rose Weasley was standing in front of me. Rose was...special, if I could put it that way. She was small, I'd say about five feet, five inches and she had auburn hair. She was known for not only being the smartest girl in out year but also particulary weird sometimes. Some rumors has it that she was somehow related to Luna Lovegood, which would explain her strange beliefs, but I knew it was just some stupid rumors. The strangest thing was that she was standing in front of me, waiting for some kind of acknowledgement.
'' Would you care telling me what this is?'' she asked. I nearly choked on my food when I saw what she was holding: the 'pity text'. By the look she gave me, I knew she wouldn't move until I explained everything.
Let me know if you'd like me to continue. If I do, there will be much more Scorpius/Rose and it will probably be longer.
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