As I Stand Witness to your fall
Disclaimer: In no way do I claim the Harry Potter series as my own nor is any profit made from this.
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He said that he will always be there to catch her each time she decides to fall, but she learned to never trust forever. Because in the end, nothing truly last, forever only last for so long before it begins to fade away like a distance memory. However she could never seem to erase his voice from the back of her mind because she always did expect to see him at the bottom of her every fall. She could no longer put the pieces of her self back together again, and this time she knew that she was finally going to reach the bottom.
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Darkness enclosed her body with its cold fingers wrapped around her. It mock at her misery as she laid the last remaining dignity she had left for them to pick apart and all she could do was stare. Because Pansy Parkinson wasn't as strong as they thought she was nor was she as important as they assume she would be. The pain from the chain on her wrist didn't hurt when it turn blue or did the blister on her back when she couldn't offer them any information because Pansy was too numb to care. She doesn't give them the satisfaction of knowing that what they were doing was breaking her more than she could ever admit. And so she allowed them to get away with calling her a dirty whore, to push her down, and to take away everything but the broken shell of her self; she doesn't have the strength to fight them. All she had was the stillness and nothingness to keep her company and that could only keep her sane for so long before she lose herself. It makes her wonder if their side was just as cruel and malicious as that of the dark side.
When she sees his green eyes staring at her through the darkness she thinks that maybe there still some mercy left in him, but Pansy was never that bright…So she lived in that world of false pretense believing that whenever he visit this prison that she called her own, his touch doesn't burn her skin. Despite the lies she tells herself…his touch always burn just like Tom except it hurts more than he could ever hope to imagine, since it never did before.
"I can end your life here if I want," she didn't dare look. It always hurt to look at him now. He wasn't the same boy she knew back at Hogwarts nor did he live up to his name. His eyes pierce through her soul as he stared at her in disgust; he always could read her so easily. All she could do was continue to play this childish game they once dance endlessly to, but this time around it was no longer just pretend because he really did want to hurt her. This time around however, she allowed him to hurt her because when all the pain goes away she knew that the numbness is the only thing left that will comfort her from the nightmare that plagues her dreams.
Pansy doesn't look up at him when he spoke nor did she care to replied, either way she knew that everyday they would replay the same day over; it was a routine that neither one of them dare to break. "I know you can Harry," everything that were said from the day before, comes rushing back for them to continue this vicious cycle that they build around themselves. In the end they both know how the story plays out and it wouldn't hurt as much when they continuously replay the same story over and over.
He pulled her body off the ground. He hated when she becomes like this because he wasn't sure if she could feel anymore. "Then why do you continue to protect him?" He asked because it really did hurt that she forgot about him so easily and no matter what he did, he never really could claim her as his own.
"It's all I have left to hold onto," she replied her dark eyes stared back into his. "When you took him away," she quietly added. Never once did he ever regret throwing her body against the wall and hearing her soft whimper.
The blood that runs down her face, the bruise that covers her skin did not matter to him, but when he holds her in his arm he realized that they never did fitted more perfectly together until now. She was the one thing that remains constant in his life and he thrives over the control he had over her.
He hated it when she didn't cry… "When did everything change?" She quietly asked as his body loomed over her frail one. She really was weak.
"When you decided to walk away Pansy…" And she cried for the both of them because this game that they played was never supposed to end like this.
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He knew he was falling faster than he can catch himself when all he could do was hide behind the shadow with his head bow down to the darkness that wrap him around her fingers. Nightmare wasn't supposed to come true and all those dreams that plague his thought in the mist of the night came rushing back with each passing day. As everything came undone, crumbling before his eyes, all the while he could only wonder whether or not she was okay; he knew that Fate played a cruel joke on him. He just wished that it would end because he hated that he care. It was easy to pretend not to care, because each night he played the part of the monster.
Despite himself he could no longer put up the façade that she was nothing more than a whore when he was completely consumes with her. And everything that defines him washed aside when it comes to her because this war no longer matter when she no longer waits for him.
"My Lord, Miss Parkinson's body was found last night…" And everything stop when he came crashing down.
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Because dreaming is only masked by eternal blissfulness…
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A/N: I am truly sorry for the delay. In fact I had actually finished this chapter two weeks ago; however as stupid as I am I accidentally save over that version with writing of mine. And the funny thing is I prefer this version over the first, because the first version was a tad bit fluffy and I don't consider myself a "fluff" writer. I don't know if it was some supernatural interventions that subconsciously force me to save over that version or what but I am glad that I did. Well anyway I hope you enjoy and I thank those who took some of their time to review this little fic of mine.