(a/n - this one is a much more common pairing - Ronks! Yay! Drink of Despair – Write about someone who is plagued by a horrible memory.)
The Potion That I Need.
I lie awake. Waiting. Waiting for sleep. I toss and turn. Toss and turn.
I stare at the ceiling above me, cursing myself for the wreck I have become. Seriously, if anybody knew how weak I was inside aswell as out, morning, noon and night, I would have no friends whatsoever. So much for Gryffindor courage. I don't even deserve to be in a house. I don't even deserve to be here, I am such a disrave to the entire population of the world. I am so weak, I can't even get rid of my own demons. I allow them to haunt me. Every night is the same, I go to bed, I lie in bed, and I stay there until morning, half wanting to go to sleep and half fighting it off. I know that sounds weird and completely strange, but I can't help it. That's how things are.
Every night, when I am alone, the memory returns, as clear as ever and as terrible as ever. I can see it so clearly, Greyback coming towards me, snarling and drooling, as I, a helpless weakling, had to succumb to my awful fate. My life is ruined, as every single night I lie there, my eyes heavy, my heart beating, my pulse racing, my thoughts jumbling and my body aching, as my nightmarish past plagues my mind, replaying over and over like a stuck tape. All I can hear is my own screams, my parents' screams, my family's screams, my friends' screams, everybody's screams. My ears ring continually, and I can never make the noise go away. Not even in daytime.
Well, that is, until she walked into my life. She is unique, she is isolated, and she is kind. In some ways, she is like me. But she is a thousand times better than me, since my problem makes me a disgrace, plagued by memories and nightmares. She is confident and cool, the complete opposite. She is something very special though, I know that. For now I have something that makes the hellish memories disappear. I don't know what it is, but whenever she is around me, the screams vanish, I can hear again, I can see again. I am me again. I am normal again. She is like my drug, I am fixed onto her. I need more. More. More. I need more. For if she ever leaves, I will turn into a hopeless wreck once more. She isn't around very often, but I crave the moments when she is there, so that I can be free of my horrible memories once more. Nights are the worst though. She is never here at night, so that is the hardest to get through. She makes me complete. I need her so much. But while she is gone, I will just have to lie here and lack the reason of all nature. Sleep. I will just have to lie here and succumb to the evils of my own memory. I will just have to lie here and wait until she comes my way again.
She goes my the name of Nymphadora. She is the only potion that I need.
(a/n - wow, I wrote in first person again! It has been so long since I have done that, but I really need to for English so I decided to practice by doing this fic. I think it turned out quite well actually. What about you? Let me know in a review! That rhymed! Oh yeah!)