𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐨𝐧 | D.M

~19~ 𝘕𝘢𝘪𝘷𝘦 ~19~

Song: I see Red (slowed) - Everybody loves an outlaw

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝/𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏♡

𝚊𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊-𝚍𝚞𝚎

It was beautiful, until it wasn't.

Delilah's POV:

It was truly heartbreaking.

Harry was right all along.

A part of me believed him.

How could I not?

Lord Voldermort was back alive and in the flesh.

Part of me wanted to pretend like everything was okay.

They battled a few death eaters while searching for the infamous prophecy that foretold Harry's destiny.

Harry looked at me sadly when I walked into the common room.

It was late, we were the only ones in the empty common room.

I ran towards him and hugged him tight wrapping my legs around his waist and burying my head in his shoulder.

I was crying.

I hated him so much.

I hated him for how he pushed me away and was a bad friend towards me all year.

We were supposed to be best friends.

He didn't deserve my friendship but he drove me mad and I loved him.

He was my best friend.

I've known him since I was eleven.

I couldn't throw all those memories away even though it hurts looking back on them now.

He wasn't the same eleven year old boy I met on the train.

He was different.

I couldn't really blame him for changing.

I was sobbing now and I didn't want to lose him. He held me tight.

I could tell he was crying; he just didn't want me to see him like that.

vulnerability.

He hated that.

He had to be strong for everyone around even himself.

He didn't have to keep up the act around me and he knew that all too well.

I heard that he lost his Godfather Sirius in the fight.

I just didn't mention it.

I couldn't bear to see him cry and pretend like he was okay.