Watching you 1 – SS
I always watched you. First I just had to. It was part of my mission, but I truly hated you. I liked the humiliation and the punishments you had to live through because of me. I always saw your father at first. But after a time, things changed. I didn't see the hair or the nose or mouth; I saw those sad and angry eyes. I saw the clothes, and the difference in size compared to the other children.
First I fought it, not wanting to admit the damage I and most likely others caused. But your eyes drew me in, and every detention I gave, every points I've taken came back to haunt me. It was harder and harder to continue, it started hurting, seeing your eyes, the accusation in them. But I had a role to play, and there was no way out.
I watched you incapacitate a troll and thought you an idiot who couldn't even ask for help, running to his death. I saw you lying on the floor after you saved the Philosophers Stone and couldn't believe it was possible – after all, the teachers made the obstacles, and for mere first years to pass all is just ludicrous. But there you were, unconscious, and I thought you a bigger idiot for going there. They wouldn't have been able to get the stone at all, if you weren't there.
I saw when you broke your arm and that – that man charmed the bone out. Then I was sorry for you, just a bit. I was there when you dueled, and revealed your talent, that you're a Parselmouth. I was astonished – such a useful gift wasted on someone like you. Finally that year I watched when you came back from the chamber. I couldn't help scoffing; it was so typical of you. Running head first to your death, but I was a little relieved too. You came back alive.
I watched you being closed in in your third year, and tried to your breaking point in your fourth. And I was finally consciously and willingly watching you while you battled and suffered through your fifth year. I saw the writing after the first detention and how they treated you, in the papers and in the corridors. But watching from the shadows, the thing that stood out the most to me was the sadness and hurt in your eyes.
The smiles that existed only on your lips, but held no feeling, the hollow laughs, the longing looks you thought no one saw, looking at your friends, knowing they are in love. Even in a full room you looked so alone, so lonely. It slowly broke my heart, but I had to do my mission, watching you from the shadows, being invisible and protecting you without anyone finding out.
But I couldn't help it; I had to show how I feel, even if you didn't understand the significance. My graduation present to you, a smile.