Singing Heart

Singing Heart

She sits apart from the others. The flames of the fire dancing in the now empty Gryffindor common room flash across her tearstained face, her eyes crimson and blotchy. How could he do this to her?

He always did this.

She laughs a bittersweet laugh, what a stupid question. Didn't she ever see she would just end up this way?

Yes, of course she did.

She just wouldn't let herself accept. And where was she now? She had no spirit; she was dead. That same numb feeling tingling inside of her.

All because of him.

He, the one that makes her smile yet makes her cry. This is what she is worth, to betray her friends and family... to betray herself. But she's not important. She never was.

Never will be.

She laughs again.

Laughing always did seem so joyful and friendly but she proves them wrong...laughing is not joyful. Laughter is evil, hollow, empty... just like her.

Joy? Tell me what is that?

He said he loved her, he said he'd be with her whenever she needed him. She needs him now but is he there to comfort her?

No.

What did she expect?

More proof he had been lying all along. She was only a tool used by him; willing to be used. She lies for him, how pathetic she must be. He taught her all about life, she wasn't young like her innocent face gave her off to be. She knew things her family never imagined this little, cheerful, naive girl could be capable of knowing.

She didn't even know.

But this cheerful, naïve girl was just a mask, a mask no one ever could see behind. No one knew that she even had a mask, shows how much she has learned to hide herself, taught by him.

So many tunnels she hid in.

Now that the end is coming, he has started the dark control of the world. Faith and hope is gone, she knows he will succeed. All the people with light in their hearts shall turn dark, all because of him...and her.

The end is here.

She helped him gain the power. When he took power control over her she faithfully let him without a fight. This is what he has done to her. And yet she still loves him, will obey his order. How weak she is, how weak he has made her. No one can help her now...

All his power.

She is lost forever.

The thunder cracks one last time she knows this is the end, he has won. She isn't surprised, it was coming all along. She laughs once again; she knew the world would come down to this.

He's won, she's lost.

The door swings open and she can hear footsteps. She knows without turning to meet his eyes, just by his presence she knows it's him. She knows everything about him too well. She is pathetic that way. He lays a hand on her shoulder and she turns around to face him.

He is here.

His evil eyes, brutal smile. All she sees.

He's Voldemort to the world, Tom to her.

He hasn't changed the same evil look in his eyes. The same manic grin, except this time his eyes have a look of content. After all, he's won the battle, won what is left of the world.

It was bound to happen.

He's accomplished his goal.

He lays a hand on her cheek, the same feeling of chills running through her body. He's the same yet so different. He whispers with that cold voice of his, "Come with me Virginia." He then turns around and starts walking towards the door to the black hallway outside.

Door to death.

Everything is lost, and he has come back for her. Maybe this time he'll stay with her, most likely not but she can dream, after all dreams are what have kept her alive. She pitifully follows him; he is the leader she follows. What more can she do?

She laughs one last time.

Broken glass, damaged life.

Heart has stopped singing.

Spirit has stopped living.

Broken soul.