This is written for The Golden Snitch!
I'm in South, Castelobruxo!
The Absolute Man: Madonna on the rocks - Theme: Adoration
Through The Universe: Photosphere — (words) brighter than a thousand suns
Ollivanders: 9 inch [Sir Cadogen] Write about a Gryffindor character.
[WC: 317]
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He watched from afar - for him, it would always be that way. Watching her was the only bit of sunshine in his grey soaked days.
When he first saw her, running up and down the train asking about some toad, he thought she would just be another bint. But she wasn't. She quickly set her pace, striving to be the best. It didn't help that she eventually cuddled up to Scarhead and the Weasel.
The next year, when all the attacks were going on, he dearly hoped she would be next. But, he wanted her worse than petrified - he wanted her dead. Later on, he was grateful.
When they were in their third year, he started noticing her more and more. How her hair was no longer a nest, how her body filled out with curves, how her features were no longer of a little girl - but getting to be of a woman. And then she punched him.
Then Voldemort returned, and he spent his days hoping that she wouldn't be killed because of Potter. He doesn't remember when he stopped calling him Scarhead…
He knows he's always adored her in some way, whether it was her brains, or her manipulative nature, and finally, her looks. He couldn't adore her personality till later on, when she showed that she was so caring, how she always stood up to what's right.
He doesn't know when that adoration turned to love.
So now, after the war is over and hearts are broken and she speaks out about his innocence, he thinks he'll talk to her.
The only thing he can get out is that he's sorry before she's whisked away.
But, he realizes that is the way it needs to be.
He can't tarnish her.
All he was is a broken boy; all she was brighter than a thousand suns.
But she could never be his. But he was hers.