Chapter 5: Vision and scenery

I wrote her another note. Did she get the previous one?

Just as I placed the letter at the front of the doorstep, it was too late to apparate. She opened the door.

"Excuse me? What in the hell do you think you're doing? Who the hell are you, randomly approaching my property and leaving letters? This is all just fun and games to you, isn't it?" she said, almost with pride. "Come on. Show yourself. Are you a man?"

Am I man? What kind of question is that? Am I a man. I happen to be a man.

I spoke, as I looked up at her surprised eyes. Actually, I wasn't sure what she was thinking. She says she doesn't believe it, and once again asks who I am.

It's official, she forgot. She even forgot my face? Who could forget such face?

The conversation was going well for me, torturing her to guess my name. Like Chieftain Rumplestiltskin, without the hay. For a second, I thought she was right about to remember.

Not for long, she kicked me out. I saw fear in her eyes, and despair in the way she spoke. I loved the look. I loved the tease. This was what I've wanted her to look at me like. With Fear.

Until seconds, I figured out it wasn't I who she looked at with dread. She cursed. Needn't to ask more questions.

About to apparate, I stayed still. She pushed me and I stayed invisible. I watched her look around, and close the door. Did she forget all about invisibility?

She forgot all about it...

I wonder what else she forgot?

I felt the wind behind me. Someone was coming. A man with dark shabby hair. He looked like a nice fellow. Oh I see... Granger married him I guess. From the distance, it looked like Potter without the glasses. But I knew it wasn't Potter. Potter wasn't that good looking of a fellow.

You can just tell.

I watched them at the window. He pulled her close. Classic and cheesy. He pulled her close... though not from her hips, but by her arms. He shook her rapidly. Her eyes looked down at her feet as I saw her say something. I didn't think he heard, for he pushed her to the table. He pointed somewhere, I couldn't see. She was sobbing.

I've never seen her cry. I wished I saw her cry. How I enjoyed the feeling of seeing her cry, for I've longed to see it in years. But something made me stop to think. It more than just tears of hurt. There was pain, agony, discomfort and the many colours of darkness. You would think that there would be happiness found in her, but I saw none. It was what made me itch and envy her during the previous years, when I'd see her so happy all the time. It was something I could never get, her attention was something I wanted and couldn't get. For a mudblood, she didn't deserve it. And she certainly didn't deserve this.

Visions of Lucius appeared in front of me. I saw the Lucius in that man. I saw myself in her. Never the less did I enjoy the feeling of being brutally beaten by your own father. I knew what she felt.

But I didn't know the feeling of being jailed in there, unable to free or save myself. I knew how to protect my own body, she didn't. She was weak. Weaker. Since when did she become so forceless?

My head and her fist during a few years back in school didn't seem so weak to me.

Violent scenes reflected through my mind as I watched her beloved break her heart. Castagated. Her body was fragile, but he cared no less.

I watch with disbelief. I didn't think this was what muggles like to do. I didn't see a wand. Not even from her. She let him do this to her? Is this what muggles like to call LOVE?

Pathetic.

I saw him snatch something from the table. Something inside me leaped up like a reflex on your knee. I grabbed my wand and yelled.

Bright light shined from inside. His body layed on the ground motionless. Her face turned pale and swollen.

What the fuck did I do?