Harry and Ron sat in front of me talking to one another. They were both facing each other while sitting on the same bench. They were talking animatedly about quiditch while also stuffing their faces. There was only about 4 inches between their faces. I could clearly see the love that was shining in both of their eyes as well as the food was shoved in their mouths. I couldn't help but feel the nausea rise up from my stomach and become the center of my thoughts.
'…ugh…This is so disturbing. I'm okay with them being gay, loving each other, and all but not when they sit that close, eating their food like that, and talking in a way that their food ends up on the other's face…I can kind of understand Ron, but Harry? I don't feel hungry anymore…Great…Now I have to think of a reason to leave…hmmm…that reason would have to be homework and studying. What to do, though? How should I spend my last day alive…?'
I snapped out of my thoughts when I felt liquid spray across my face. I looked straight across the table to see Harry and Ron looking at me with huge startled eyes. It only took them a second before they burst out into laughter that came from their very stomach and shook their frames. Everyone else at the table turned to see what the commotion was. I watched as a ripple effect took place, starting with the people closest to me and spiraling out to the people at the edges of the Great Hall. Everyone in the Great Hall turned to see what the commotion is, would see me, and then two seconds later they would burst out laughing.
'And what I have known is finally shown in full force. It's finally shown that no one cares for me, a fact that I have thought true for a long time. They all finally show their true selves. They finally show that ever since first year they have only used me and wanted to embarrass and destroy me. They are just like my family…just like those people. I'm happy that today will be my last day…'
I started to feel this weird bubbling sensation on my skin. I knew that whatever was happening wasn't good. I stood up and turned towards the main entrance. I walked towards the door. Each step I took made the bubbling grow into pain. I was twenty steps away from the door when blood started to bead up on my face. Ten steps more and a little trickle started to run down my face. Eight more steps and the little trickle became a steady little line of ever-flowing blood. I looked right at the door to see it open. I saw Snape in the doorway just as my mental walls broke enough to let some of the pain, suffering, and complete humiliation shine through. I walked past Snape and quickly disappeared down the first hallway that I could find.
I broke out into a run as soon as I moved into the hallway. The pictures started to fly by as I ran by them. I could hear the whispering of the portraits and feel there stares. I felt the pain increasing and the blood running down my face. I kept turning and running. The hallways consistently started to become darker, dustier, and evidently more unused. The scars all over my face started to sting. The feeling began to concentrate in a two little curving lines down my face. I brought my hands up to my eyes and brought them away to see clear liquid that I suddenly knew where my tears. The strength started to leave me and I could feel my body start to tremble with something I couldn't make stop. I started to slow down and my strides became unsteady. I ran until the point that my legs finally gave out under me. I fell to the ground in a spread out mess with both tears and blood running down my face.
'Pain…blood…tears…why does this always have to happen to me? Why am I cursed with this fate? Every time that I think I might be treated fairly and happily it always turns against me. It always becomes something so awful and terrible…I can see so clearly and feel the pain so fiercely.'
I moved my hand up to my face. I moved my hand over the scars and wounds that were leaking my blood. I moved my hand over my face and concentrated an amount of magic straight into my face. The magic healed the wounds, stopped the blood, took the liquid off of my face, and cleaned my face of everything but the tears. My secret ability, being able to do wandless and wordless magic, had stayed hidden to everyone but me. I had found a book in the main library, first room that was walked into, of my room that talked about doing wandless and wordless magic. Through the book that I found, I had taught myself how to do both wandless and wordless magic. The tears ran down my face until no more would come. I looked up and tried to find out where I was. I had been here for so long that I had no idea what time it was. I looked out of the window that was to my right and saw that the sky was crying…