First of all I apologise., Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry . I have been
very sick for the past year and things have been very hard. I am very upset
that I have not been able to post this chapter any sooner. Most people must
have thought I had given up on this fic but no on it goes. Please enjoy
this little chapter regular updates will follow -I promise.
This chapter is for everybody who has ever reviewed this story sorry it's
so sad. I also need a Beta reader anybody who will be patient with me is
very welcome!
And still the fire burns
I am ugly, I am disgusting, I am a freak, I should be locked away so no one has to see me like this. And still they wont let me have a mirror however much I plead. And still Ron stays and I still I cant talk properly and still I want to die from shame and hatred, I am rotten to the very core with disgust of myself.
Ron found me lying on the floor in the hospital wing. I had fainted with weakness and horror of the monster I saw In front of me. He carried me back to bed and lay down next to me.
While I wept into him. I hope he will leave me. I hope that I can be forgotten rather then have peoples pitying looks I cant stand pity and it's so cliché.
I mean Hermione Granger so clever such promise thwarted so young by a tragic event leaving her maimed for life. They expect me to carry on and be strong but I cant be, I don't want to be and I feel like just leaving humanity behind and not seeing another face again.
The voice I heard wasn't Harry's It was a death eaters trick he killed himself before the ministry found him. Their last attempt to inflict evil on the world before they all go to Azkaban.
Ron wont leave me alone. I want to scream every time I look a his perfect face. He is so handsome. I am so deformed. My lovely hair has started to grow back but it still looks horribly thin in parts but it will grow unlike my poor face.
Harry tries to be strong for mw but I can see him trying not to look at me straight on. I repulse even my best friends.
The worst thing is that there is no cure I will always look like this for life. Half of me covered in scars and the other half as normal as ever. Only my eyes are the same.
As the burns were inflicted by a magical source there is no known cure that Madame Pomfrey can find. Half of me will remain timeless and ugly the other a reminder of what I might have looked like.
I cant move my mouth well enough to talk properly. So I have to gesture and write things down. Not that theirs a lot for me to say.
I refuse all visitors except Harry who I cant get rid of and Ron who hasn't left me except to shower and sleep at Madame Pomfreies insistence.
I hate Made Pomfreis forced smile every time she looks at me. It's the smile of a nurse who can look at even the most terrible accident and smile her Nurses smile and say everything's going to be ok. Well it isn't.
I am a freak I am deformed I was never beautiful but I was not the monster I have become. I refuse to take dreamless sleep potion, in sleep I can dream of a time before I lost half my soul.
And still the fire burns
I am ugly, I am disgusting, I am a freak, I should be locked away so no one has to see me like this. And still they wont let me have a mirror however much I plead. And still Ron stays and I still I cant talk properly and still I want to die from shame and hatred, I am rotten to the very core with disgust of myself.
Ron found me lying on the floor in the hospital wing. I had fainted with weakness and horror of the monster I saw In front of me. He carried me back to bed and lay down next to me.
While I wept into him. I hope he will leave me. I hope that I can be forgotten rather then have peoples pitying looks I cant stand pity and it's so cliché.
I mean Hermione Granger so clever such promise thwarted so young by a tragic event leaving her maimed for life. They expect me to carry on and be strong but I cant be, I don't want to be and I feel like just leaving humanity behind and not seeing another face again.
The voice I heard wasn't Harry's It was a death eaters trick he killed himself before the ministry found him. Their last attempt to inflict evil on the world before they all go to Azkaban.
Ron wont leave me alone. I want to scream every time I look a his perfect face. He is so handsome. I am so deformed. My lovely hair has started to grow back but it still looks horribly thin in parts but it will grow unlike my poor face.
Harry tries to be strong for mw but I can see him trying not to look at me straight on. I repulse even my best friends.
The worst thing is that there is no cure I will always look like this for life. Half of me covered in scars and the other half as normal as ever. Only my eyes are the same.
As the burns were inflicted by a magical source there is no known cure that Madame Pomfrey can find. Half of me will remain timeless and ugly the other a reminder of what I might have looked like.
I cant move my mouth well enough to talk properly. So I have to gesture and write things down. Not that theirs a lot for me to say.
I refuse all visitors except Harry who I cant get rid of and Ron who hasn't left me except to shower and sleep at Madame Pomfreies insistence.
I hate Made Pomfreis forced smile every time she looks at me. It's the smile of a nurse who can look at even the most terrible accident and smile her Nurses smile and say everything's going to be ok. Well it isn't.
I am a freak I am deformed I was never beautiful but I was not the monster I have become. I refuse to take dreamless sleep potion, in sleep I can dream of a time before I lost half my soul.