Disclaimer: JKR own all, me, akamyselfisand owns nothing. NO! WAIT! Lyrics taken from Good Charlotte's wonderful song "Ghost of you".

A/N: I'm still hoping some more people will volunteer to read these drabbles. Anyways... THANKS to my first two (English) reviewers, Red Back Reckham (hope, you're still interested in this story, thank you so much for the review!) and Isadora Johnson (who wrote a brilliant "new" version of the "Thief Lord", way to go!).



Memoria

So here I am pacing around this house again
With pictures of us living on these walls

Sometimes, when she has the photo of the common room in her hands, she hears him cheer because they've won the cup. And she feels the tears of the first time they had to part – years later. He didn't see them. She was always just the "small one". Because there were others, more important ones. Small Bell.
She curses at herself for not saying the things she had to say. They most beautiful words in the world, so honest - and so hard to say. Now she says "I love you", but now Lee Jordan is gone and can't hear her.

A ghost of you is all that I have left
It's all that I have left of you to hold
I wake in the night to find there's no one there but me
And nothing left of what we were at all