Again this chapter is R rated, well no actually I don't think this one is. I think this could be just PG because its not that bad really.
I would like to thank my lovely Beta, Annie for going through this chapter for me, and making it better for you lot that are reading it.
And Val. You good, yep you guessed it, although I think this chapter really does give it away or at least it gives you a huge clue right at the end as to who it could be. Maybe you should try to guess who it was next, I'd love to hear what you think.
Next chapter will hopefully be up on the weekend, and I know this is a day early but I'm going to the Wales game tomorrow so won't be here to post.
Read and review, and oh sorry about the length the next chapter is longer I promise
Year 3: Chapter 3
He didn't sleep again that night. He sat watching her sleep, the rise of her chest and then its fall, the way her left hand lay under her cheek. Every time his eyes closed, the image of her body filled the darkness.
Soon morning was on its way; the sound of the house elves scurrying around the ancient house was heard. Early morning light pushed pass the gap where the curtain had once paroled.
Still the boy sat on the edge of the bed, his mind full of thoughts as to what could have made her try to take her own life. She was a bubbly girl, always happy. Then again he hadn't spoken to her really since their first year.
His guilt took over wondering if it was something he could have helped her with, she had taken care of him when no one wanted to know and then he had dropped her like an empty chocolate frog wrapper.
The early light shone on her hair, playing tricks with the colour, what once had been so dark almost black, was now a soft brown almost red in parts. He saw her lids flutter as the dreams left her body.
He moved closer wanting her to feel his presence, he watched as her soft lips parted and her pink tongue poked out through her yawn, the boy smiled, the girl reminded him of a cat, the way she curled up to sleep, her cat like yawn and the fact it seemed she too had nine lives.
As her eyes opened they met his, she saw the pain and guilt behind his smile, tears instantly fled her eyes as she remembered how he had found her. She felt his arms fold around her as again he held her tight.
Silence seemed fond of the pair, as they sat alone. Both wanted to talk neither knew how. Looking back on it, they would laugh at how a simple house elf had started their conversation for them.