So how long has it been since I last updated? I was planning on ditching my stories, but absolute total boredom can make people do things…
Oh wow, it's been like half a year, LOL. Time goes by way too fast. sniffles
Well anyway, sorry if the time and characters aren't like chronological, I forgot what I was planning to write about already, and wow, I think this one will turn into one of those sappy love stories. Oh dear…
And yes, I know, all my entries are short.
So uhh…do y'alls think this whole thing should have a happy ending or a tragic one?
I got all summer. After all, people need things to do when they sit in SAT prep classes. TT
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"Well well…" grinned Malfoy.
"Shove off," snarled Harry. All Parvati could do was cower behind her friend.
"Why is she hiding behind you like that? You know, I can see her watermelon tummy poking out behind your robes." The Slytherins sniggered, and Pansy let out a giggly squeal.
"Well yeah," argued Harry. "I could smell you a mile away since your mum's stench would have rubbed off on you, mummy's boy." He put an arm around Parvati. "C'mon Parvati, let's go."
Harry stalked off, with Parvati following at his heels. "So umm," started Parvati timidly. "Why did you believe me and not the others?"
"You may think that I'm one of them, but you know, I've experienced what you have. I may have been a baby, I may not remember, but I remember my parents screams. Their pain. Their agony. How could anyone have consented to Voldemort? I feel your pain, Parvati…I feel your pain…"
Can't
you see that you're smothering me
Holding too tightly afraid to
lose control
Cause everything that you thought I would be
Has
fallen apart right in front of you
They stopped by the Fat Lady's portrait. "Tealeaves."
"Hey, said Harry." Hold on a bit, will you? I've got to put my bag away, I'll be right down."
Parvati picked an armchair and sat there. She gazed at the fire, the flames seeming to reach and grab her. Grab her…
Those hands…that force…
"Stop…stop…"
Bruises forming on her body...
That cruel laughter…
Her heart pounding…pounding so loud…pounding like synchronized drum beats.
Those slitty eyes…
"Why me? Out of everyone? Why did it have to happen to me?"
Convulsions…
"Parvati! Parvati!"
Parvati opened her eyes. She was curled up in a tight ball, on the floor with her hands clenched so tightly that her nails dug into her skin, crescent red shapes formed on her palms, bloody trickling down. Parvati gasped, her breath coming out ragged and uneven.
"Parvati, oh Parvati," Harry picked up Parvati from the floor and cradled her in his arms.
"Oh Harry," she whispered. "I heard him…"
"It's okay, Parvati. It's okay. He can't hurt you here. You're safe."
Parvati didn't feel safe.
"What are you so worried about, Parvati? You think someone's going to hurt you or something when you're out alone? Lighten up. You're going to be fine. You're pretty safe."
How ironic it was. Pretty safe, she thought. But not safe enough…
Parvati had trusted her sister. Weren't they best friends? They looked exactly like each other anyways?
Parvati burst into tears. Her world had crumbled. Death would be a reward wouldn't it?
And
I know
I may end up failing too
But I know
You were just
like me with someone disappointed in you
I've
become so numb I can't feel you there
I've become so tired so much
more aware
I'm becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like
me and be less like you
