Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. End of story.
Dedication: To all who thought someone was different, but they weren't.
Different
I hoped he was different.
I thought he was different.
I knew he was different.
Everyone hated him, that's all. He wasn't that bad. He was only lonely, and lonleness can do things to you.
Horrid things.
I know.
I've been there.
When I offered to help, he smiled.
A real smile.
I thought he was different.
He didn't judge me. I didn't judge him.
He understood when I talked of being alone. Of wanting to be better. Of wanting to belong.
I prayed he was different.
I said I loved him.
He said to prove it.
I asked how.
He told me.
Harry died.
I told him.
He laughed.
I said I'd proved it, and what did he have to say.
He said to leave.
I begged him to reconsider.
Remember what we'd been through.
He laughed again.
Such a cold laugh.
I reminded him:
"You said you cared."
He replied:
"I lied."
I raised my wand…..but couldn't kill him.
I loved him.
I still love him.
I left.
I thought he was different…..
I was wrong.
A/N: What do you think?