The Hogwarts Romance
2.
Crabbe ran. He didn't want to see their flushed faces, their inner-smiles. His heart had been torn
from his chest with one destructive image. His life...rags.
He stumbled out, away from the castle. The air was fresh on his skin. The cold soothed him, but
not enough to dull the pain. The pain that was the poison of the memory. He knew that he would
have to live with this memory – this tainted memory...
He needed to go...somewhere, anywhere, only far away from the traitors. From Goyle, the only
man he had ever loved...they had even planned their future together! But that was over now. A
different world.
Harry Potter. The hate bubbled inside. How could they? How could he? How could they both?
Tears stained his cheeks red, as the winter air stung his skin. His pyjamas were feeble protection
from the cumulous wind.
He had loved him! Yes, love was the ingredient of the poison...it is what made his stomach twist
and wrench inside him. There was no return. There would be no love.
He stopped walking. He was near the forest now, Hagrid's hut a few hundred yards behind him.
Why stop walking now? Why not walk into the darkness, let his life become food for the
creatures. Anything to stop the pain.
He realised then, why he had stopped walking...it was the rustling he heard from the right. Not
from the forest, but from the small hutch shrouded in pumpkins. Gingerly, Crabbe walked over
towards the noise.
"Hello?" His voice was weak with crying, he felt ashamed of himself slightly...what if it was
Malfoy? He would live to regret the day he showed weakness in front of the Malfoys.
No, it was no person. A small slug-like creature emerged from the pumpkin patch. A blast-
ended skrewt. In the moonlight, its creamy skin shone like diamonds. Its weaponry like passion-
fire to Crabbe's swollen eyes.
He remembered the name Hagrid gave to the female. What was it? Delilah.
"Delilah...something terrible has happened," he let out a small sob. The skrewt paused at his feet
and seemed to look up. It was almost as if it...
"You understand, don't you, Delilah? Oh, Delilah! I am so happy. I...I need someone to talk
to...I..." He sat down. Delilah rested its slimy head on his bare foot. It was listening. It was all
Crabbe needed to know. As soon as he had wiped the last tear from his eye, he began to retell
his memory, and every word he spoke to the eager listening and comprehending Delilah, the
better he felt. With every word, a drop of poison was let out, with ever word a tear was spared.
In the moon's eye, two newly greeted lovers made their lover's pact. A union never heard by
human ears, nor thought by centaur mind. A new beginning in the life of young Vincent, a new
beginning for the skrewt, who had also felt the sting of betrayal when her own lover rejected her
for a passing hedgehog.
Now, everything was different. To different beating hearts escalated in embrace, slime shone in
the night and so did the pyjamas. A new kind of beauty created by those whose love knows no
boundaries.
From the window of a nearby hut, a furry head looked on bemused. The eyes of a bloodhound
was the first to meet such a sight. He barked loudly. With joy? No. With opportunity? Yes. He
bounded out into the night through his Dog-Door and deep into the Forbidden Forest.
Fang had a message to deliver.