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Collect Them All Challenge [Bloody Baron]
Inspiration: In three words I can sum up everything I have learned about life: it goes on. -Robert Frost
It Goes On
He had lived, no existed for at least a hundred years for wandering around as a bodyless ghost was definitely not living. Each second of all those years passed at the speed of a snail, crawling on broken legs, as the future edged ever so closer with it hopefully the reason for his continued haunting of his old home.
It was not that bad though. He was the ghost of his old house, Slytherin, and it was somewhat interesting watching each new year of Slytherins bring something different to Hogwarts, for each and every year did exactly that. Despite them all having similar characteristics none of them had been the same as any other, not even the heirs of the blood lines had been the same. Each generation had new ideas, new possibilities and new ambitions that were most unlike their predecessors despite some of them wanting to be exactly like their parents. They never would be, but no one told them that.
Even on the days sadness enveloped him for a past that had long passed, that barely anyone remembered, the sadness was unable to affect anyone other than himself. No one knew, no one cared, it was almost as if he was occasionally on that abandoned island with no one that could possibly reach him. Maybe it was because no one had ever tried, or because there was only one person he would ever allow to reach him and that person hated him.
His inner turmoil never affected his surroundings. Everyone around him continued with their lives, nothing was wrong in their lives after all. It was only his life that had stopped.
Nothing had stopped. Nothing would ever stop just for one person.