Drabble 15: He was her guardian, and he left.
Set: Who the hell knows where?
Rating: M.
Notes: I don't even know what this was supposed to be. I haven't even updated in months, but this just came to me. Whatever it is.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Trust me.
That feeling was there again…
(He had left her there, just staring after him.)
It was in her veins, inside her body, all over.
(She understood, of course. Of course she understood. She had to.)
The feeling that she could just collapse all of a sudden, at any time.
(She was the brightest witch of her age, but that didn't mean she was smart.)
She didn't remember his face anymore, just those dull eyes.
(Dull-dull-dull. What was wrong with them?)
He watched over her, her own personal guardian angel.
(She couldn't remember the last time he laughed. Or was happy.)
He said no one else would take care of her, so he had to.
(Cause she was a fucking mess, and he was deranged enough to believe he could fix her.)