Disclaimer: Sadly, now I'm tearing up, I am not the owner of all the magical characters of Harry Potter, but please do enjoy my torturing of them!
The Doe
She was his, and after their fight he knew she would be, yet still the thought of it butchered his insides. He hated himself for it, he hated him for it. He tried to remain void of emotion, tried to keep his black eyes as empty, emotionless pools, but every time he saw them walking together his heart was wrenched from his chest yet again. He had to stop this feeling. He was with the Dark Lord now, he had chosen the winning side in the war, yet if could, he would give it all up just to have her back again.
Standing at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, he frowned as pain throbbed inside his chest. Students called her 'James' girl.' The Marauders called her 'Prongs' girl.' He, sighing morosely he weakly cast his patronous thinking of the day she defended him against him on the Hogwart's Express, he called her 'the doe' just to remind himself that the person causing all of his misery was her mate.
