Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and everything recognizable belongs to J.K. Rowling. Also, this fic is inspired by "Behind Blue Eyes" by Paffy.
Chapter Two: Part 1 of 2
Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, London, England.
July 18th, 1996
She hadn't left that spot. Not for the last month. The only exception she would leave the little coven she built around herself was to go to the bathroom. Even then, she had to force herself.
He would bring her food, make sure she ate, stayed with her most of the day, read through the pages in the books she finished, to make sure she didn't miss anything. He would, occasionally, try to persuade her to leave that library. To leave the research, saying that no one is benefiting from her just burying herself in mountains of books.
But he was wrong, she thought to herself. If she could just find ONE spell. One spell that would locate him, to make sure he was alright, or even to confirm her worst fears.
That he was dead. That there was no chance of him coming back to her. Her best friend. Dead. Not breathing. Gone.
A broken sob escaped her lips. No, he can't be dead! The short boy that was her best friend. The scrawny boy that became her first friend. The boy that was the little brother she always wanted. The boy that she always could protect, even though he refused protection.
No, she refused to believe that he was dead. She would search, always. For the little brother that she had that was no longer in her grasp.
I was in the middle of writing the next chapter but I am feeling horrible for making you guys wait for so long, so here is just a bit of what I've written. I hope it makes up for however long I've been posted. Sorry to make you wait! I hope you enjoy this short little filler, I would love to hear your thoughts! Critique's are always welcome :)
