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Drabble #11 - Dark Thoughts

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May. 22nd, 2006 | 07:56 pm

Title: Dark Thoughts
Fandom: Harry Potter
Author: Ellie M.
Challenge/Prompt: "Through the darkness," given by pre_raphaelite1
Pairing: Tom/Ginny
Genre: Angst
Rating: PG for Things That Go Bump in the Night.
Word Count: 253

Synopsis: It was wrong, and she knew it. But she couldn't help but miss the young man that almost killed her.

Author's Notes:

Thanks to the lovely Megan, I managed this quick angsty drabble today. She gave me the prompt and pairing and off I went to school. I come home and this is what I'd written! Hee, so much thanks to her, and to archon_mentha for her WONDERFUL Tom Riddle.

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Dark Thoughts

Sometimes she would lie awake in bed, letting the moonlight filter through the curtains, letting it fall on her face. Though regardless of it, the night was still chilling. Still dark and still unwelcome, as were all sounds that accompanied the darkness after twilight. Regardless of even starlight, daylight, there was still an element of darkness that could not be lifted - despite candles, lanterns, and friendly assurances that the dark could not hurt her.

How could they possibly understand?

They weren't the ones haunted. Their dreams of Quidditch, family, and Harry weren't wrenched away in the still of the night by some unnamed shadow. Their thoughts weren't twisted into harsh memories and nightmares of curling script, hissed words, cold chambers and gleaming eyes. They didn't see him, hear him when the world was asleep. They didn't watch him step into the world from crumbling pages as life slowly drained away and the world faded to black.

It always came back to darkness after that.

How could they understand and dare say that it was alright, that it wouldn't happen again? They didn't know him. They didn't meet him, and they weren't betrayed.

They couldn't understand that she could miss a traitor. A villain. A murderer.

But she did. Regretfully, impossibly, unwillingly, yet she did miss her first friend at Hogwarts, even if it was all a mask wrought in poisonously sweet words with promises of friendship.

In the small hours of the night, through the darkness - she missed her Tom, still.

FIN

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Comments and criticism are loved, darlings!

*smooch*
-Ellie

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