Disclaimer: I don't own HP characters...yet.
I was your shadow. And you took me for granted. I saw it in everything you did, everything you said, even if you didn't know it yet. You thought I'll always be there. Your loyal little red-haired puppy. I was your friend and there was time when I would do anything for you, just to see you happy, but things change and you're too blind to see it. I gave everything I had and it fascinated you, it might still, just one problem though. Nothing's left to give. I never wanted your glory, your popularity, your life. All I ever needed was to feel special, like I meant something more. You were my last hope for a real friendship, but I can't feel the warmth of life anymore. The sun does not shine for the one who's permanently trapped in darkness. It's been really cold these past few day, I never noticed it, but you did. You shivered and trembled while seeking a warm place in my eyes that's always been there for you. No more. White fragile snow flakes cover my body, trying to prevent the world from seeing it. They land and turn crimson. My body is still there but I am long since gone. My blood is all I had left and I gave it too. Merry Christmas, Harry.
I was your shadow. And you took me for granted. I saw it in everything you did, everything you said, even if you didn't know it yet. You thought I'll always be there. Your loyal little red-haired puppy. I was your friend and there was time when I would do anything for you, just to see you happy, but things change and you're too blind to see it. I gave everything I had and it fascinated you, it might still, just one problem though. Nothing's left to give. I never wanted your glory, your popularity, your life. All I ever needed was to feel special, like I meant something more. You were my last hope for a real friendship, but I can't feel the warmth of life anymore. The sun does not shine for the one who's permanently trapped in darkness. It's been really cold these past few day, I never noticed it, but you did. You shivered and trembled while seeking a warm place in my eyes that's always been there for you. No more. White fragile snow flakes cover my body, trying to prevent the world from seeing it. They land and turn crimson. My body is still there but I am long since gone. My blood is all I had left and I gave it too. Merry Christmas, Harry.