Disclaimer: I own none of the Harry Potter characters, I am simply toying with then for my own (and hopefully others) amusements…don't sue…please…
A/N- this is my second fanfic. The first one, One Last Look, got great reviews (so what there were only two? that's good enough for me!) so I'm posting this one. It is in story format, but is a one-shot so I won't be continuing it. Most of the fic is random thoughts so if it doesn't make sense, or has spelling or grammar mistakes; let me know in a review….
All I Ask
By: thestral91
I don't know why I can't be happy. I wish I could. I wish that I could laugh until my sides hurt: that I could smile, and really mean it. I wish so many things, but my wishes don't become reality. I wish that I could be with you. I wish that you would smile at me, instead of her. I wish that you would open up to me. I want to feel needed. I want to feel alive again. I wish I could feel the way I felt before this all happened; before HE tainted me; before I was ignored; before I was hurt. You'll never know what happened down there. But let's just say, a part of me went down in the chamber, and never came out. My friends blew me off; they were scared. I was never close to Colin after that, or Luna, or even Neville. They were still my friends, yet, they were more cautious around me. They never opened up to me; they kept things from me. I think that they thought that a part of him was still inside: that I wasn't really there, I was still back in the chamber, being controlled. But you know the truth or, at least what your father told you. You know that I was the one who did it; I was the one who tried to break the school that year, just like you did your sixth year. You know something about me, and I know what really happened that night. I don't care! I'm really saying it: I don't care! You and I were both used ashis pawns. We were never really important; I just realized that before you did. I realized that no one is really important to him, except for himself. He cares about nothing, save his existence. His "beloved" Death Eaters are nothing; they will all perish at his demise once he is through. He never cared about you. Your were a tool to kill Dumbledore, and in the end, his plan succeeded. It wasn't you, so of course he wasn't happy, but his deed was done. As was his deed for me. I was used to open the school. I was used as yet another futile attempt to "cleanse" the school of non-purebloods. But his plan failed, as they all have failed. Yet you come back. You came out of hiding and came back to the place that haunts you. Yes, I know about the haunting. You dream every night about Dumbledore and his death. You dream about how you were too scared to hurt him, an old man. The same old man who, on his deathbed, offered you safety: offered you freedom from his way of life. Yet, you rejected him. You were content on living your life in your father's shadow. But I can see that you are better than that. You want a life that's not planned out for you. A life that is spontaneous and carefree. You long for the same thing that I long for; to sleep without the fear of nightmares; to laugh without watching your back; to love with no limitations. Listen to me. I can give you that chance. Together we can build a life that's not from our parent's bidding. We can build a life full of love and happiness. Together, we will save each other. Together we can finally be happy. All I ask is for your trust, I ask for your love, and I ask for hope. Will you come with me?