He gripped your wrists, not letting you go,
You shot him an angry stare but it only caused him to hold on tighter,
"Swap with me" I demanded
He loosened his grip and I passed over the red-haired boy.
You look at me with confusion,
Unsure if I was an illusion,
Quickly your angry eyes softened,
"Padfoot",
"Padfoot"
"The place where it's kept"
It was all your boyfriend would say.
"Don't go"
I whispered
I knew it was a trap
The anger rose in your eyes again,
My thoughts dances around in fear,
For I knew the place where he would meet his fate,
Wasn't far away from here.
Even though I tried to warn you,
I feared it would be the last time I saw you.
I saw you again,
You were battered and,
Bruised
Your happiness was gone.
I wished I stopped you.
