love in the dust

if heartbreak was a disease

third person pov

the next morning when she woke up her skin still burnd she got up and put on plack jeans and a black sweatshirt with her hogwarts robe overtop she put on a little makeup to cover the cuts and burns on her face and went down to the commen room not wanting to have breckfast she looked at her timetable and saw she had potiens with the griffendors first she sat on one of the leather couches reading when someone came down from the boys dormitrys and sat opisit her hello said regulus hi she said. not looking up what class do you have first he asked potiens said alexandria me to he said we should get going he said reluctently she got up as she was putting her book in her bag he noticed somthing on her hands burns and cuts but they looked fresh he scrunched his face trying to remember but she definetly did not have them yesterday what are those on your hands he asked gently nothing she grumbled no they are definetly somthing he said no they arent she said he grabbed her hand making her wince witch he quikly apoligized for what happend he looked at her with concern and worry lacing his feachers did someone do this to you did you do this to yourself he asked she pullde her hands away quikly why shoould you care she said sounding like it hurt to say because i do he said i know what its like to be alone and even the devil needs a friend he said softly she looked at him and he could see the pain in her eyes as if she wanted to trust him but knew wer that had gotten her in the past i promiss i wont hurt you he said she sighed and sat on the couch you know how feanix tears heel things she asked yes he said a little confused of what that had to do with it well my tears have the opisit effect theey burn and cut your skin if you touch them and they will kill you if you drink them they are like if heartbreak was a disease i am sorry he said hugging her at first she was starttled having never been hugged before but then she let him hold her why were you crying he asked carfully my mother dropped me at an orphanige at a young age not wanting me she thought i was just a meaningless object she didnt even name me the people at the orphanage did oh he said i am sorry its fine she said coem on lets go