He is more than surprised by my answer and is silent for a moment.
"Why are you doing this to yourself? Can't you see that your nothing but an empty shell trying to live but yet your dead. He has killed everything about you. He lost, you won why can't you accept it!Why are you pushing everyone away?"
I want to reply so badly but I know I cannot without becoming angry. Emotion has proven to be dangerous so I try not have any. I wish I could tell him what Voldemort did to me and what I did to him. If he knew I think he would reject me like everyone else.
As he grabs my wrist and pulls me closer, I'm reminded he is not like them. They could never understand all the heartbreak I've felt but he could. He pulls me into a warm embrace, something I haven't felt in years. I can feel his chest moving against me and all the reason I am the way I am come flooding back. The memories of that evil man touching me and his laugh as his followers held me down and waited their turn. Like a wild animal I break away from his arms.
I'm panting heavily and tears are in my eyes but refuse to fall. He looks so confused and helpless. I do the only thing that is left and run away. That is something I could always do right, run from my problems and escape myself. I run into the common room and collapse on the ground letting tearless sobs rack my body.
A few people notice I've entered but none acknowledge me, I'm used to it but that doesn't mean it feels good. They don't comfort me or say anything. They can't even insult me. He was right I'm nothing but an empty shell. Voldemort has ruined everything I've ever loved, as much as I don't want to believe it.
I am broken.