Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of its characters, I'm just borrowing them for a while.

I'm watching, you know.

I have too, to achieve the goal. Like a hunter waiting for its prey, I'm watching for just that perfect moment when the whole entirety of the object can be captured. Where the soul is unguarded and the truth behind the carefully placed masks is revealed. That moment in time that is so often missed, but that I can capture. That only I seem bothered to notice.

Those moments have become my obsession. They are such carefully guarded secrets, and often I don't understand what I catch but they are still important. I consider it my duty to preserve these forgotten moments for the future. Not for now. No, it is not my place to divulge these. It is invasive enough just to take them in the first place. No, I am saving these for a time when they are needed for understanding and remembrance.

My over enthusiastic attentions to a certain emerald eyed boy are just a cover. After all one must have something to show for rows on rows of film, and at this school noone would suspect that the wizarding pictures I take are those most unimportant to me. But in truth my obsession does not lend its self to such moving images. The picture must be able to hold the emotion, that one expression that is the innermost heart of the subject.

Really the situation I'm in to satisfy this obsession would probably make my whole house question my sorting into the lion's den, but there is no way for me to stop what is going to happen. It is a suicidal mission that I turn down in favor of recording this inevitable moment.

...click

... a murderer's face in shadow. Ebony eyes glittering with an inner sorrow and resignation. A snarl on his mouth for the benefit of those watching, as strands of ink veil the truth.

...an old man's face ancient with an incredible weight. Yet strangely no surprise on his features, only a pleading sort of resignation.

...two boys at first they seem like light and dark, different beyond all measure, yet at second glance both show a dying naivety. It is obvious neither wishes to be here, both still far too innocent to revel in another's death or to deal it with their own hands. The glance they share charged with emotion so confused it is impossible to untangle.

The moment is gone, a life has been taken, and I have more secrets to keep.