The stars are bright tonight.

Sometimes I feel as though they are my only friends. The stars. Night after night I gaze at them. Talk to them sometimes. They don't mind. They don't judge. My only true friends.

I used to call you my friend, too. You and him both. But then you found each other, and I never crossed your mind again.

Save for a few hormonal teenagers, I am alone out here. One thing is for certain: You aren't here. But then, you never were.

You are inside with the rest of them. With him.

And I'm here. Again.

You used to tease me about how I would watch the stars. For someone who hated Divination as much as I did, you said, I sure spent a lot of time stargazing. Then you would laugh. It bothered me when you did that.

But I loved you anyway.

A shooting star flies by. Before, whenever I saw one I would wish for you. Now I close my eyes and whisper something else into the night sky. I don't need you anymore. And you never needed me.

I remember the day you told me. About you and him. I remember it so well--

That was the day I died inside.

I also remember when I first realized that I was in love with you. Third year. It was some argument or another. You were yelling at me, your face red, you eyes burning-- that was when I realized.

I nearly cried.

In love with my best friend. It was something out of one of Ginny's Teen Witch magazines. But in all those, everything would work out happily. You and I would've ended up together.

But that will never happen. For a while I had hope. But the only thing hope does is make you fall that much harder.

I'm not stupid anymore. I know what's going to happen to all of us. You and he will get married. You will think you're happy. But no one is ever happy.

At least I will have power.

I have joined with Voldemort. Don't act surprised. I know you aren't. You know why I did this. You know why I joined him. You know you forced me into it.

You knew I loved you.

But none of that matters anymore.

Yes, I have joined Voldemort. I will be loyal to him above all else. Above even you.

I will have power. Respect.

In the name of evil, you may say. It will all just be because of evil.

But who is to decide what is good and what is evil? Not you.

A thought just struck me. You are a Mudblood. That's very dangerous with the Dark Lord back in power. You could die. Soon it will be impossible to hide...

Well, too bad.

Because I don't care anymore.

~*~*~*~

I get up and take a final glance at the stars. Then I begin walking away. Away from you, from him, from my family, my entire past...

And I don't look back. Not even once.

A/N: Oh, come on, like you don't KNOW this is going to happen by the end of the series....

A/N 2: This fic has been added to my personal list of Fics I've Written That I Like. That list includes Dizzy, Nameless, and now this.

Ohmygod! I just realized! This fic made my writer's block go away!

Do any of you *remember* me? I haven't posted anything in about four months.... Except Chapter 6 of Dear Voldie. (Go review Dear Voldie!)

But review this first! All my GOOD fics never get reviews.

Also, review if you can think of a better title for this. I'm not too sure about the one I have right now.