Who's That Girl?

Who's that girl?

She used to be my saviour. She did absolutely everything to keep me out of trouble. Pure like crystal, happy, full of sympathy. Pleasure for men's eyes. With her long blond hair, violet eyes full of understanding and her tanned skin she looked almost like an angel.

What had happened to her? She went after me. Straight to the Dark Lord himself. She became his servant, she took the Dark Mark from him. She killed for him. I remember our night we had spent, after becoming the Death Eaters. We made up this name... Firstly we were called by the Aurors " the Nightkillers". That obviously didn't fit. Back to this night: well... We fell for each other and we went to bed like lovers usually do. She was me, I was her. We were one. We had this night only for ourselves. When our lips first met, I was wondering - is this luck meant for me? I caressed her, warmed her up, kissed, made love to her.

We were Death Eaters.

Now I'm trying to forget her and my life as the Nightkiller. The Aurors labeled me as Dumbledore's precious spy after I went to him and told him the truth. Presumably I'm only his weapon, he seems to not really care for me.

She did.

She was my life once. The Aurors caught her the night before the start of the new term in Hogwarts - Harry Potter's fifth year. They caught her before my eyes, when she went on the Hogwarts's grounds. She was shouting something to me, that I have to run away, as far as I can, because Voldemort wants to kill me. Hagrid held her in front of my nose, shook her violently and looked angirly at me.

"Who's that girl?"

I've tried to grasp her hand and tell her that everything will be okay. I really have. Dumbledore stopped me. I curse him for that.

Soon, the Aurors came: Christina Valentino, Reese Clarentine, Frank Longbottom, Keith Magellan. They'd asked her many painful questions. And they wanted me to stay at this interrogation. Magellan was the worst. I can remember how he'd asked me about all my murders. He had been very malicious.

She looked at me, tears forming in her almond-shaped eyes. What should I do now? They hadn't allowed me to do something. I couldn't be hard-headed. The only problem to make them not to take her to Azkaban was that she wanted to go back to Voldemort. When the interrogation had it's end, I stepped closer to the chair she has been bounded to. We kissed, we cried, I told her to stay, she didn't listen to me. I held her for nearly an hour in my shaking arms, I wanted her back.

Then - they took her. Why? She'd almost killed Magellan. I don't blame her for that. I could've done the same years ago. It was all but my stupidity that held him alive in this world. She'd almost ran away, but Magellan tried to stop her. He did. Now he's in St. Mungo's Hospital.

They took her to Azkaban. Last thing I know, is that I still love her. I love her. Though nobody can understand me.

So I'll go and rescue her. I know, that they can kill me for doing this, but I'll go and take her from this prison. And we'll run away together. Somewhere they can't find us. Where nobody can reach us.

I'm coming, Julia.

Julia, I love you.

And the wind brings your words to me: I love you, Severus...