Disclaimer: Don't own HP, even though I really want to. Oh well....
I never gave up on Sirius Black but I had more impotrant things on my mind right now, preferably you.
You're your normal self, though you change so drasticly, it sometime scares me. During the day you're your normal self, pretending that nothings wrong, but I can see it in your eyes.
Those eyes.... emerald eyes.... your mothers eyes at that, Harry. Be glad you carry you parents so close to you at all times; not many people get this chance. You could be you fathers twin if it weren't for your eys, Harry.
That picture still haunts me somehow. I hate to keep looking at you through the photo album, but that's the only way that I can seem to get close to you- to know what you're thinking, or at least what I hope you think.
I keep up my bookwork status and rat you out a few times through the begining of the year, but that soon falls old (AN: Some of it doesn't follow the books, sorry). I can't help but still want to tell you- but I know that I can't. It becomes more and more frequent when people start making your life horrible by saying you're doing all the attacks.
But I know you're not, Harry. I believe you. And so does Ron. At least I hope he does. If he doesn't he doesn't let it show. Confide in me, Harry, please! For your and my sake. I can't help but want to help you through this, but I promised, and now I know that I shouldn't have made that promise without knowing what I would be limiting myself to, but I did.
I did and I'll never be able to forgive myself, and I know that you won't either, once you find out.
The days go by and still, I watch. As I sit here, I know that something will happen soon with the chamber, but I have no clue what's in store for me as I find out what's talking to you in the walls. I turn the corner, using a mirror as I instructed another gilr to do so, and then, I'm absolutely joyous that I'm a bookworm. You will have to fill me in, Harry, as I make contact with those evil eyes.
Sorry that it's short, but first: I'm tired, and second, anybody got any ideas where they want it to go, besides Hermione's secret? Cuz otherwise all the other chapters will be short and to the point so I can get there, but I really don't want to have to keep them that short... please, e-mail me at Kawaiijacksongrlaol.com if you have any ideas! Thanks a bunch and I'm sorry for the shortness of this chapter. Merci
I never gave up on Sirius Black but I had more impotrant things on my mind right now, preferably you.
You're your normal self, though you change so drasticly, it sometime scares me. During the day you're your normal self, pretending that nothings wrong, but I can see it in your eyes.
Those eyes.... emerald eyes.... your mothers eyes at that, Harry. Be glad you carry you parents so close to you at all times; not many people get this chance. You could be you fathers twin if it weren't for your eys, Harry.
That picture still haunts me somehow. I hate to keep looking at you through the photo album, but that's the only way that I can seem to get close to you- to know what you're thinking, or at least what I hope you think.
I keep up my bookwork status and rat you out a few times through the begining of the year, but that soon falls old (AN: Some of it doesn't follow the books, sorry). I can't help but still want to tell you- but I know that I can't. It becomes more and more frequent when people start making your life horrible by saying you're doing all the attacks.
But I know you're not, Harry. I believe you. And so does Ron. At least I hope he does. If he doesn't he doesn't let it show. Confide in me, Harry, please! For your and my sake. I can't help but want to help you through this, but I promised, and now I know that I shouldn't have made that promise without knowing what I would be limiting myself to, but I did.
I did and I'll never be able to forgive myself, and I know that you won't either, once you find out.
The days go by and still, I watch. As I sit here, I know that something will happen soon with the chamber, but I have no clue what's in store for me as I find out what's talking to you in the walls. I turn the corner, using a mirror as I instructed another gilr to do so, and then, I'm absolutely joyous that I'm a bookworm. You will have to fill me in, Harry, as I make contact with those evil eyes.
Sorry that it's short, but first: I'm tired, and second, anybody got any ideas where they want it to go, besides Hermione's secret? Cuz otherwise all the other chapters will be short and to the point so I can get there, but I really don't want to have to keep them that short... please, e-mail me at Kawaiijacksongrlaol.com if you have any ideas! Thanks a bunch and I'm sorry for the shortness of this chapter. Merci