Can you still see the heart of me?
By: SelenesLegacy
The only thing I own here, is my character Emma. Everything else is the property of J.K. Rowling.
Ch4: Sing to me the song of the stars
(EMMA)
I sat by the bed for hours, neither eating nor sleeping. Scabior seemed to be unconscious, so I checked his pulse regularly. My legs fell eventually asleep, so I ended up there, holding his hand. Some of the snatchers came in to check on us, but I assured them we were okay. "We could watch over him for you," they argued. "You look like you need some air."
Eventually, I gave in to their arguments. But as I rose, Scabior's hand squeezed mine. "Please, angel…don't go." He sounded like a forlorn child. My heart braced itself, but as his eyes met mine, the little resolve I had crumbled to dust. "I'm sorry, but he won't let me leave." They nodded their understanding and left.
He still refused to let go of my hand, but relaxed as I stroked his cheek. "You sleep now, Scabior. I'll be here with you." I could feel him smile through the soul-bond, but it changed as he began to cry in his sleep. "Please…stop…no, not the dementors!" Images of Azkaban cells flooded my mind; it was like being there myself. The screams of the other inmates…now I knew why he was like this.
(SCABIOR)
I wish I'd never gone to Azkaban in the first place. Those memories had been buried beneath everything else that had happened in my miserable life, but had an annoying tendency to come forth whenever I was in a vulnerable state. (Translated: I dreamt of it every fucking night.)
Emma changed the bandages several times during the next hours. It seemed the antidote hadn't taken away the werewolf-poison completely, so she gave me a little more. But it didn't matter if something happened to me, all I needed was her.
She fed me a few times, only some stew she'd received from the men. Her tenderness amazed me. How could she do this to a man who'd left her parents to die and taken her away against her will?
"I resent what Greyback did to my parents, and he will pay for it when I find him next time." A silent moment of understanding floated between us. "Thank you for all your help, angel." She kissed my palm. "You need to sleep." I pretended not to have heard her. "Scabior, you're badly wounded! I can't have you wander around in a state like this!" I could hear her growl at my defiance, but refused to back down.
The radio began to crackle after a few seconds. Emma eyed me wearily, her yawn and constant blinking giving away her desperate desire for sleep. "You should rest now, angel." To my immediate surprise, she obeyed me. I watched as she fell asleep on my shoulder, her arms tucked around me like a protective shield. A single word echoed between our minds: "Mine."
(EMMA)
Scabior was damn persistent. How else could he make me sleep on his shoulder? The crackle of the radio was a welcome sound, it drowned the awkward silence. A song began to play; I recognized it as the song Mandy Moore performed at the play in "A walk to remember". My deepest fear was that Scabior would hear me, so I began very slowly:
There's a song that's inside of my soul.
It's the one that I've tried to write over and over again
I'm awake in the infinite cold.
But you sing to me over and over again.
(I raised my voice a little bit when Scabior didn't make any noise)
So, I lay my head back down.
And I lift my hands and pray
To be only yours, I pray, to be only yours
I know now you're my only hope
Sing to me the song of the stars.
Of your galaxy dancing and laughing and laughing again.
When it feels like my dreams are so far
Sing to me of the plans that you have for me over and over again.
So I lay my head back down.
And I lift my hands and pray
To be yours, I pray, to be only yours
I know now, you're my only hope
I give you my destiny.
I'm giving you all of me.
I want your symphony, singing in all that I am
At the top of my lungs, I'm giving it back.
So I lay my head back down.
And I lift my hands and pray
To be only yours, I pray, to be only yours
I pray, to be only yours
I know now you're my only hope.
The song ended, and I exhaled slowly. Scabior was still quiet, but the soul-bond vibrated with activity.
"That was beautifully sung." I literally jumped when his words echoes through my mind. "Did you really mean those words?" I didn't respond, but his joy was evident. He turned around and looked at me, before pressing his lips tenderly against mine.
ASDSFFGAS I promised fluff, didn't I? "Only Hope" belongs to Mandy Moore. Inspiration and chapter title from same song.