A/N: This was written for EvylinDevilin's Picture Prompt Challenge in the HPFC forum. My quote was: I really wish there was something I could do. This is the prompt I got: http://saimaisama(dot)files(dot)wordpress(dot)com/2008/02/black_rose_by_ketmara(dot)jpg

I do not own Harry Potter or anything that is a part of the Harry Potter universe. Credit for that goes to JKR. The rest is mine.

"Come with me Sybill to my office. We need to discuss your day dreaming during class," Professor Alcardo said.

Quietly and sadly I followed. I knew what would happen. I had already seen it and I'd have to watch it again. And there was absolutely nothing I could do about it.

"Wait out here," he said once we had arrived at his office. In a few moments Eryk would come around the corner and stop in front of the moving picture of an old man smoking a pipe.

"Hey, Sybill," he said once he had arrived. Looking up at him I saw the old man glaring at Eryk because he was leaning on his portrait.

"Hello, Eryk," I said. I was so sad I didn't even blush as I normally did when he spoke to me.

"What's wrong?" he asked curiously.

I just bowed my head down and squeezed my eyes closed tight. I couldn't let him see me cry.

"Sybill?"

I knew what wouldn't work. I had seen it already. I had to try what I hadn't seen.

"Just go away!" I yelled. I didn't want him to think I was mad, but I couldn't think of any other way.

"I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what's wrong," he said stepping closer to me.

"What's wrong is that you're here," I said quietly looking at my shoes. "Why can't you just go away?"

Hurt by what I had said, he stepped back to the portrait. I knew he would. I also knew this wouldn't stop him from trying.

"I'll leave if you give me a good reason to do so," he said firmly.

Sighing I said, "I could tell you, but you wouldn't believe me."

"How do you know that?" he asked. I realized that I was wasting time by talking to him. Quickly I went up to him and tried to drag him out of the corridor, but he wouldn't budge.

"Sybill, what are you doing?" As he asked this I once again faintly heard the laughter of Peeves in the distance. Eryk heard it too.

The curse would come next.

Nervously I stepped up to Eryk, the tears finally escaping as I conjured a black rose with my wand. I handed it to Eryk and then reached up to kiss him on the cheek.

"Sybill, what–"

"I'm sorry," I said sadly backing away from him, "I really wish there was something I could do."

"Reducto!" a student yelled from somewhere not far away. A bright red jet of light ricocheted off a nearby wall and hit Eryk square in the chest causing him to fly backwards hitting his head on the corner of the base of the statue of Sir Knox Taisha.

Once again I watched the blood pour out of his head and the life leave his eyes.

When I went to bed that night I was forced to watch the scene replay in my sleep. Night after night Eryk would die, his own blood causing the black rose to shine in the dim corridor lights as I stood, crying and watching helplessly as the only person I had ever loved slipped away from me slowly.

I knew it would happen, but there was nothing I could do. And now I had to watch it endlessly until the day I myself would die.

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