AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is going to be a very short chapter, I apologize. It is time you saw more of Alyssa's Diary. I will probably update sometime next month considering how late in the month it is; probably before Valentine's Day. You all have permission to nag me if I don't update soon! Your lovely authoress: Em =)
DISCLAIMER: I'm bored…*sigh* I don't own HP.
Chapter 12: Alyssa's Diary
Harrison is a wonderful person. Reading what you have so far, it is quite easy to tell, no? When I met him, I was only six years old. We became best friends almost instantly, and protected each other with an intensity that was frightening. My parents adored him, I loved him. Everything was fine for a while…until he came back from that mission.
He scared me when he came back, he had just turned fourteen. Apparently, the bitch he called his mother had found him sneaking out of the wards one night, and allowed his two brothers to beat him up. The next day, he came to me…and I was so scared.
His beautiful emerald eyes were haunted, jaded. He crushed his emotions with a ruthlessness that frightens my father, and he has seen so much death and destruction…. I stood by him, every day, every night, silently accepting the fact that the Harry I knew and loved might never come back. Every morning, I would wake at dawn and cross the hall, opening his door silently, the carpet muffling my footsteps. And every morning, at dawn, I would find him sleeping; it was the only release he had from the memories.
However, it was one morning like that, when something happened. I had woken at dawn, as every other day, and had made my way over to his room, padding softly on the crème colored carpet. I opened the door to his room, as silent as a grave, and made my way over. Only, this morning, his usually serene face was a mask of anguish. Glistening tears streaked down his pale, flawless, complexion, emerald green eyes closed in agony, full lips parted in a scared "O" as silent screams of fear and horror tore through his throat.
My hand had risen rapidly to cover my mouth, my eyes widened as he thrashed on the bed silently, as if making noise would earn him a painful rebuke. I felt tears well in my eyes as tears fell down his pale face, etching marks on his flawless complexion. I felt like sobbing when I heard his chocked sob being held back. Then he spoke, in such a desperate tone,
"H-Help, p-plea-ease."
I blame my next actions on instinct, but now, I am glad I reacted the way I did. Seeing him so desperate, so helpless; it shattered something within me. I leaned over him, a pressed my lips to his. His sobs faltered, and his tears fell slower, and I began to pull away from him, until his hand shot out and grabbed my wrist.
"Stay, Lyss. Please." He had asked me, emerald green boring into my vivid violet. I held him that night, the night I comforted my shattered best friend. In the afternoon, my parents woke me, a smile on their faces, as they gazed down upon us. I looked down upon Harry's peaceful face, and I smiled slightly, especially when he never let go of my arm. We had started something new, something wonderful, out of something miserable.
We were more than friends now.