Dream
My dreams they used to be my heaven. Where I could flee from the pain
they would bring .
My so called family . . .
My demons would be the correct word to describe them.
In my younger years of torment and pain by them I would dream that I was somewhere far away . Where no one could hurt me and no one could make me feel ashamed of just being me.
But now all that has changed I am no longer that little boy who dreamed of fairly teles and knights.
I am soon to become a man and now my dreams have become a living hell. Controled by the devil named Voldermort.
He has costed me in the living world the lives of almost everyone I have ever loved. First my parents at the tender age of one and now at the age between man and boy my dear godfather Sirius. In my mind he has cost me my sanity of knowing what is real and what is not but there is nothing left that he can take away from me now. . .
At lest that is what I keep saying to myself
Sometimes on those rare nights when he is too busy with his twisted plans of killing and pain. I would dream of her and of her sad brown eyes always with tears in them. But seeing them like that for some reason does not make me feel guilty because I know that thoes tears are for me and only me.
That is what is keeping me sane
Her eyes . . .her tears . . .
My Hermione.
Fin.
P.S. I do not own anything harry potter. Also I did this with no beta reader but I did have some help from a friend on spelling words but still so sorry if there are miskates and one more thing this was my first harry potter fanfiction I hope you all liked it.
P.P.S. Harry and Hermione Forever! 3