Disclaimer: The purple Ninjas and their blue monkeys stole this from JK. And I stole it from them. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
A/N: READ THIS! Yeah, still thank elli.
Chapter Twelve
Alone
Alone and dying did that old dawn-ed break,
And the dead bell did ring the children wake,
The cock did crow, o'er the chicken cluck,
The dawn, it did speaketh of grand new luck,
But fearful was his drawn-ed breaking heart,
For never did a dawn give such cold part,
Away to lovers minds and lovers hands,
Never again should they touch such their hands,
For twas she that lay in that wand'ring grave,
And he alone was doomed to stay, her knave,
For the dawn that breaketh did take his place,
For light it did on her departed face.
As much as I'd like to disclaim that, I can't. Dammit…
How do you pick up the thread of an old life? That was how Tolkien put it. How do you deal with such a thing? Each in his (or her) own way. Remus disappeared alone, to trod the paths their moonlit feet did wander together, though alone in the light his shadow will sway. Sirius, Sinch, and James disappeared one by one, perhaps in search of their friend, perhaps to wander their own roads of thought.
The girls and I together headed back to our dorm. But how could we stay in a dorm infested with so much memory? Addie's bed was already gone, her trunk removed. With a flick of Lily's wand, the three remaining beds moved together. We lay down on the middle one, absorbing comfort. Soon, Rogue and Lily fell into the deep, untouchable sleep of absolute exhaustion and pain.
I lay awake, tortured by the restless dead. Raucous voices screamed in my ears, echoes of forgotten souls releasing their wrath on those still living. Down my face rolled tears of pain that was not remorse, but physical pain of hands pressing my mouth hard enough to bruise. Muffled screams tore at my throat as I ripped at the hands. They were my own.
An hour later I found myself deep in the Forbidden Forest. I was by myself, but was not alone. There were no sounds, but all was not quiet. There was no light, but I stood not in the dark. Was I leaning against a tree, or was I falling through space? Were leaves under my hands, was it really dirt under my knees? Perhaps I spun in a vortex of madness. If so, I found myself unable to climb out.
Suddenly, I ran into solid warmth. Crying out, I felt iron like arms wrap around me as I pressed my face into Sirius's strong chest.
"Shhh, it's okay," he whispered.
It's not, I wanted to tell him, but all that came out were whimpered tears. He picked me up, but I was too far gone to be able to enjoy the unique sensation of being carried by someone who handled me like a kitten. I realized I had finally found rest of sorts, lulled by being with someone who accepted my pain, absorbed it, took it as his own and burdened me with none. Darkness that was real, tangible, and wholly there, fell over my eyes.
A/N: Washed out, but needed to write, don't ask. Just a filler chapter, really.
Ciao, Sami