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You've Got A Friend in me

When the road looks rough ahead
And you're miles and miles
From your nice warm bed
Just remember what your old pal said
Boy, you've got a friend in me
You've got a friend in me
You've got a friend in me
You've got a friend in me
You've got troubles, well I've got 'em too
There isn't anything I wouldn't do for you
We stick together and we see it through

Randy Newman-You've got a friend in me

Regulus watched as Lucius' consciousness slipped away into his first haunting. Time moved in mysterious ways when you're dead and so does memory but he could vaguely recall his own first haunting. When someone who had died in anger the way they had felt strongly enough about something they could have a haunting. A visit to the other side. A moment and only a moment when their consciousness slips back to the land of the living. His first and only had been to see his brother one last time. Sirius had never known it but Regulus loved him deeply and towards the end of his short life he had wanted to join with him, but he never got the chance. He had seen him, rotting away in that dank azkaban cell and his heart broke in two. He had never gone on a haunting again. Lucius however was seeing something much happier and much more worthwhile. The woman he loved. While Regulus was lost in these thoughts Lucius had begun his haunting.

The familiar pull normally felt during apparation dragged his soul from the place he had been deserted in. She was the only voice that he could dare to hear. His only hope was to see her again. Just then, he arrived in the room he had aimed for. The music was loud and imposing. She did not belong in a dingy club like this, but what he do in his current state? Turning his silvery form towards the dance floor, he saw her at last. He froze. Sirius Black his 'dear' cousin-in-law was dancing with his beautiful Hermione. But that wasn't what made him freeze what made him freeze was that he had not felt the pang of jealousy that he accepted, he felt nothing. Was he that incapable of feeling? A stab of ice hit his still heart. She wasn't his anymore. Even as soon as the thought entered his head another rudely pushed it aside

.

'She was never yours!' It screamed. He raised his hands to cover his ears but what use is blocking your ears when the sound is inside your head? Over the din of the club and the voices in his own head her laugh floated over clear as any bell. It was harmonious and sweet as music. He stood in the dark corner of the dark club, its dingy pits of darkness hiding the silvery form of his haunted soul and he watched. He'd always loved to watch. To watch the faces and surroundings, to know things others could not just by seeing things others did not. Though being in the company of that serpent of a man did not always bring with it the joy of seeing as the things one could see with him were the kind of things that haunted a man's dreams. This time what he could observe bought warmth to his heart he had never allowed himself to feel before her. The face of Hermione Granger contorted into an expression of joy he had never seen her wear. A thought that made the warmth dull filled his head.

'Black is making her happier than you ever could. Remember when you told her how you felt?'

FLASHBACK

Hermione skipped happily into the kitchen at Grimmauld Place. The comforting smell of Molly's cooking filled the inhabitants nostrils and on the surface Grimmauld Place seemed like home away from home she had been searching for since her parents deaths. But darkness lurks in the hearts of the content, secrets always blow cobwebs into your hair. And that day in the kitchen, secrets were everywhere. Lucius lurked in the shadows hiding until he knew no one else would see. He almost choked when he saw her again. Silently he pointed his wand at the door. It slammed shut, the click as it locked the only sound in the room. She, who had turned to grab something from the cupboard above, jumped in shock at the sound. She whirled around wand in hand and stared around the room. If anyone had seen her they would have sworn they saw he ears prick up like a meerkats.

Lucius, seeing his chance stepped forward from the shadows, hands up in a silent surrender, Splash…tick-tock…creak. The house spoke to them. Splash…tick-tock…creak. It's voice capturing the spirit of the tension within the pregnant silence. Suddenly, smashing the silence, she spoke.

'What are you doing here? You… get out of here you dirty deatheater scum!' she screeched like a banshee and Lucius flinched at her tone and words. Words he had heard all his life but never really registered in his Imperius induced state.

'I…' he began but he barely released a word from his thin bloodless lips when she interrupted once again.

'I cant believe this is happening. I've been a good friend, a good student. But they always do this to me!' she looked up, 'You're testing me aren't you?' If he were not so terrified of the beautiful formidable young woman he would have laughed. But instead he laid a gentle hand on her arm.

'I am here because I love you' Suddenly, her arm flew out. With a resounding slap her hand connected with his pale face.

'You vile, loathsome cockroach! I hate you! Your lucky I can't kill you' she screamed her face screwed up in contempt. When next she spoke her voice was dangerously low, 'Get out'.

END FLASHBACK

He cast one last longing look at her beautiful face and clapped his hands. As soon as his palms connected his silvery form disappeared. His heart now heavier than ever he sank down onto his haunches. She had forgotten him. But who could blame her after all he'd done? He had never agreed with voldermort only joining to please his blood puritan father, but there is only so long you can hide. Eventually he was forced by the Imperius to do things no person should ever have to do. But she didn't know that. She just saw the deeds he was forced to do and assumed they were done of free will.

'I am a monster' he whispered. Regulus had a similar story from Lucius except when he realised the horrors of Voldermort he had stolen one of his horcruxes and been killed for treachery. He stared at the great man he had idolised as a boy. He was a broken man but broken things can be fixed.

'Give me your hand.' Lucius did so hesitantly, 'Hmm. Hmm, mmm, mmm. Well, that's funny.'
' What? '
' I don't see any... '
' Any what? '
' Monster lines. Not a single one. ' The two stared at each other in a shared understanding. Friendship is priceless especially when we need it most.

So anyone spot the quote? Quite an easy one this time. But a writer cannot live on words alone, reviews please!!