dear boy with the green eyes ⁂ golden trio era (UNDER EDITING/REWRITING)

seize

Dear Boy, I keep writing,

     What was I thinking? What did I think he could do? No one can do anything. Not you. Not Fred. Not while she's here. I can't slip up. Not with Gael having eyes everywhere. I, he looked awful Harry. He looked like he hadn't slept in days, or at least not well. And he wouldn't be the only one. Not that I had the best sleeping schedule as an insomniac. But when I was able to sleep, nightmares plagued my dreams. And this was the first with a bright green light. 

I can still feel the burning under my skin despite the cold breeze up here in the Astronomy Tower. I hope you're well, I hope you all are...doing your best. And again I'm sorry if my absence has caused you any pain. I didn't mean to get attached so quickly, I knew better. It's just hard, it's as if two wolves are fighting in my head and one keeps trying to go back to you. 

I meant you as in a collective, not you specifically. Not that it matters anymore. I can get over a crush.

     Suddenly an ear-piercing shriek pulled her out of her letter.

'STUDENTS OUT OF BED!' Peeves bellowed. 'STUDENTS OUT OF BED DOWN THE CHARMS CORRIDOR!' Her eyebrows furrowed as she moved to stand, edging towards the staircases leading down towards the sound's direction. Then it came again. 

     She stopped listening. I wonder who was unlucky enough to get caught? As she made her way back toward the edge of the tower she felt an ice-cold shiver run through her. The sound of chains rattling echoed through the space, soon followed by the Bloody Baron himself. He looked down at the young Slytherin before his eyes narrowed. 

     "Hello Sir Baron," Arabella spoke, watching as he looked at her a little puzzled. 

     "This batch of first years is bold." Moving to hover beside her, his eyes motioned to the commotion below. "Hm, but alas I'd expect nothing less from the likes of you."

     "The likes of me?" This time she was taken aback, her voice boarding on challenging. 

     The bloodied ghost simply laughed, making the young Slytherin even more confused. He was approaching the girl with kindness for such an intimidating entity alone. "Your mother was not afraid either."

     "Hmh," There it was. Arabella had spent a lot of time speaking with the ghost in the castle, she'd also heard a lot of remarks about her striking resemblance to her mother. A part of her burned because she wasn't her mother. But, because she was lost all too soon, this she understood, they expected, no. They needed to believe that a piece of her was alive in her daughter.  

She motioned to his chains. "I'm fortunate enough to have spoken with many of the individuals who reside at Hogwarts. I am even more lucky to have heard a story or two." she had taken a seat, "Turns out I'm a terrific listener."

     "So I've heard." this piqued her interest, but she'd save it for another day. She paused before looking at the transparent man with steely grey eyes. 

     "Well, have you heard any stories of my fath-?" Before she could even finish her question the Bloody Baron cleared his throat, his chains rattling loudly.

     "Would you look at that? I'm needed elsewhere."

     "Wait!" but he was gone before Arabella had even started her sentence. Once again she sat alone in the tower, fingers brushing the edge of the parchment beside her. Picking it up, she continued.    

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i literally cant. it took all my will power to write that line seriously. but i foreshadowed the fuck out of this.