"And Betrayl"
"I see these tears,
Are they mine?
I don't remember them,
Falling from my eyes.
This pain I feel
From your harsh words
Can't be real, never real..."
(c) Rayna Black
"I can't cry, though I've tried. The tears well up, I feel them in my eyes, but they never fall, just stay and sting.
I've gone to his funeral, I kissed his cold, clammy, scarred forehead and I cried for the last time.
I've betrayed my father and mother- I am disowned.
They stripped me of my pride, mutilated me infront of my house, infront of the Dark Lord himself.
They laughed when I said he would fall- and guess what, Father? He's fallen.
You were given the kiss, then the dementors were banished and I now sit on a small fortune.
Though it matters none.
I'd give it all away- the money, my pride, or what's left of it, everything, for the golden boy to return.
I'm really sorry, Harry, I really am.
That's why I survived thousands of Cruciation Curses, trying to invision your death as glorious-because I know why you did what you did- you didn't ask for it; didn't want it, so you gave it all back.
I never believed in life after death, but it's the only thing that keeps me from breaking down and losing my mind- the thought of you, happy.
Maybe things could've been different; maybe if I hadn't been such a stuck- up prat, then things would've been different.
We could've been friends- lovers maybe...
So, now I'm finished saying good bye...
I love you, Harry."
The man reread it. It was perfect...
"Avada Kedavra...."
"Dumbledore," Lupin, fully gray and wearing a nice pin-striped coat, shook his head mournfully.
"Minister?" Dumbledore's silver eyes skimmed the crumpled paper, "Ah...he is-?"
"Yes," Lupin, "Our best Auror...I never knew...Did you?"
"Ah...yes, I knew, but I was sworn to secrecy...that's too bad..." Dumbledore slid the note into his robe's deep pocket, "Good night, Mister Malfoy, sweet dreams..."
"I see these tears,
Are they mine?
I don't remember them,
Falling from my eyes.
This pain I feel
From your harsh words
Can't be real, never real..."
(c) Rayna Black
"I can't cry, though I've tried. The tears well up, I feel them in my eyes, but they never fall, just stay and sting.
I've gone to his funeral, I kissed his cold, clammy, scarred forehead and I cried for the last time.
I've betrayed my father and mother- I am disowned.
They stripped me of my pride, mutilated me infront of my house, infront of the Dark Lord himself.
They laughed when I said he would fall- and guess what, Father? He's fallen.
You were given the kiss, then the dementors were banished and I now sit on a small fortune.
Though it matters none.
I'd give it all away- the money, my pride, or what's left of it, everything, for the golden boy to return.
I'm really sorry, Harry, I really am.
That's why I survived thousands of Cruciation Curses, trying to invision your death as glorious-because I know why you did what you did- you didn't ask for it; didn't want it, so you gave it all back.
I never believed in life after death, but it's the only thing that keeps me from breaking down and losing my mind- the thought of you, happy.
Maybe things could've been different; maybe if I hadn't been such a stuck- up prat, then things would've been different.
We could've been friends- lovers maybe...
So, now I'm finished saying good bye...
I love you, Harry."
The man reread it. It was perfect...
"Avada Kedavra...."
"Dumbledore," Lupin, fully gray and wearing a nice pin-striped coat, shook his head mournfully.
"Minister?" Dumbledore's silver eyes skimmed the crumpled paper, "Ah...he is-?"
"Yes," Lupin, "Our best Auror...I never knew...Did you?"
"Ah...yes, I knew, but I was sworn to secrecy...that's too bad..." Dumbledore slid the note into his robe's deep pocket, "Good night, Mister Malfoy, sweet dreams..."