Her POV
As Professor McGonagall announced our names, the hall groaned. The Slytherins did not want the mud blood or the blood traitor to lead their school. Many of them had died during the war, with the remainder foolishly no learning from their mistakes. The 'pureness' of blood is no longer important.
I had seen my peers fall, my best-friend die, I was there when Harry killed his first man and when he ran from life. I fought in every fight, and killed shamelessly for the light. Now that was over, I was still scarred; my mind would never be whole. I know that he could save me though, before I fall as Harry did. He could bring the life back into my life, and I to him together we could be whole, loving each other.
I felt his stormy-grey eyes looking my way. His hair was no longer sleekly pushed on to his head like in the past, but tussled and natural looking. As I looked into his eyes, my heart jolted. I could not look away; I could not bare the thought. It would be like tearing away a part of my soul.
Already we were connected and we had not spoken. My love for him is so strong, maybe he feels it. Maybe my perfect prince is waiting for me.
His POV
When Professor McGonagall called her name, I knew it was destiny. Fate had brought us together for a reason, for us to be together. She had no cheers from anyone but the Gryffindor's. When my glorious name was called out, there was no noise of joy. No body cheered my success, instead the Slytherins groaned while the Gryffindor's hissed why do they hate me so?
I know that many disliked me before the war, I was cocky and abusive, but I have changed, as did they. During the war, the Slytherins initially loved me; I was fighting for the Dark Lord. I believed his philosophy; I had lived my life for the time that he gave me the mark. But when he did, I felt no glory. It was no as I imagined it. It burned, I felt as if I was going to die, it hurt so much. His cold black blood mixed slowly with my own for several minutes until I realised what I had done. I had given up my life and I wanted it back.
I went to the light and asked for forgiveness, which they gave me. The helped me through the pain and gave me my life back. In return I gave them very valued information that not even Severus Snape would have even been able to give them. I fought against the Dark Lord, the man that had dominated my childhood, my life and he was not having it anymore.
How could these people hate me? I had not followed my dream; I did not kill one person. I captured the Death Eaters and provided information for the order. It does not seem fair that they still hate me after what I have done. I risked my life and they don't care. Only my princess seems to like me and I'm not sure why. I am so imperfect, so how could she ever be mine?
Yep! Still fluffy and be warned there will most likely be more fluff coming this way, ifI can be bothered writing more...whichI most likely will
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Queen of the Soubies