His eyes grew wetter every second, but his lips shut, thine. The growing dew on his eyes refused to just fall to his rosy cheek. The twisted, sinking feeling that dreadfully fill his stomach stay.
He take a look at the view in front of him.
Oh how they perfect. They completing each other.
Harrison cannot wrench his eyes away from him. The person he longed for since he came here.
'You will find your happiness here, little master.'
No.
He won't.
For the first time in his immortal life, Mor was wrong.
He could never be happy. He will always be unwanted, unloved, freak..
How he wished to be held by those strong arms. Sharp silver eyes that did not take itself from Walburga elegant form.
His heart clenced, he turning his head to other direction, only to find himself seeing himself in the mirror.
Scrawny. Ugly. Scarred.
His jagged scar from temple till his chin was one of the prove.
Freak.
A lone tear cascading his cheek.
No one will ever want him. Even his new friends. Their eyes still linger on Harrison's scars, especially the jagged scar. He knew it. He was stupid, if only he didn't put himself in front of that curse.
You saved that little baby.
He closed his eyes, pain and grief become visible slowly, eating not only his heart, but his soul and mind also.
One last look at the perfect couple, he walk away in sorrow, but unseen as he already activating Mor's Cloak on his body.
His heart bleeding non-stop as he walk away from hogsmeade, go back to his sad, cupboard room size that his roomate in Gryffindor deemed worthy for him. As his present disgust them.
He was a disgrace, a bastard child. But no one knows that he hide his true identity, that he made a bargain with Dippet. To not tell anyone about his surname. Dippet agreed with conditions that if the students still cornered him thruth will be revealed.
He hoped that day would not come.
He don't want to bask in the name's glory, while he is a bad omen for the family. Day two of his transmigration to this body, and the family was slaughtered, leaving him wih no one. Leaving a bitter aftertaste for him, after the sweet and loving taste of a father love, a mother love.
He is bad Omen
A Freak.
A Freak that will gladly begone forever.
A freak that will stay in the black hole forever. Never to be happy. Never to be loved.
Forever.
I Love You.
One last look at Orion Claudius Black, memorizing every smile and laugh he emmit, he ready to meet his end.
The End..
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