Those days of silence , or what I call the unknown , were the days that flew past like lightning. With my head swarmed with thoughts , doubts and personal hate comments , I constantly caught myself hovering stationery , above the corridor floor, staring right through many walls as though I believed a Hungarian Horntail would come charging through the pictures at that exact moment. I do believe many teachers assumed me to be medically depressed , yet they placed a caring hand on my shoulder , with pity and grief , ignoring the fact that I was driving my self mad. Lupin, though, in particular , put me under his wing and constantly hovered by me , laying his worried , melancholic look upon my face .
Certain thoughts kept haunting my mind , tearing my heart and soul apart , again and again , an emotional sword piercing me every moment . What if I had caused my family's death? What if I could have prevented this? I continued to be haunted by what ,Madame Pomfrey said , was called 'survivor's guilt' for many weeks , without realising that a certain slytherin boy was pitying me and starting to get emotionally close to me .
I began to discover Draco Malfoy staring at me at every potions class , with a sad puppy-dog look . I started to stare back at him , with the hope he would cease . However, this turned out to not be the case, with him slowly moving his chosen table towards mine every lesson , until one day , a full year after the car crash (or at least that's what they said it was , I , of course , had my suspicions), he sat at my table . This was new for me as I usually sat at the back of the dungeon alone . Never in a million years , did I think that I was going to sit with someone , let alone a BOY!
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The Injustice Of Life
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