A/N: Written for the 10 times 10 challenge, Potion Category, Wolfsbane potion.
Lying Past
Part 2
The light of the sun and the moon didn't reach my prison; there was no reprieve to be found, no sparing from the slow erosion of my soul. The muscles around my mouth had frozen; it had been days since I'd smiled, months even perhaps. Time was irrelevant now that I was to pass the rest of my useless life within these dreary walls.
But there was something in me that seemed to refuse to die. Something that did not erode like my smile, like the memories of others smiles: James, Lily, Remus – oh, dear Remus whom I'd so horribly wronged, thinking he was the traitor when it was Peter – that rat –
Maybe that was what it was. No matter what I'd done, what I deserved, that rat deserved tens – no, hundreds – of times worse. That rat who'd only pretended to befriend us, to love us. That rat who'd trampled on all the blood and sweat we'd spilt on his behalf, thinking him a friend.
Anger was something this place couldn't take away from me. Anger was the only thing I had to remind myself of a happy time I was no longer welcome to. A time I'd failed to save, to preserve. A time that was going to die in this prison with my humanity.