𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 | ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟚 𝕠𝕗 ' 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕖 ' HIATUS

ii

It was never quiet here, screams of strangers calling out for something that was never there. Some were pleading, some were weeping and calling for friends and family, and others barking and spatting curses. He had done it all and now he just sat there, lost in his own thoughts and the ' could have beens'. Guilt and regret had eaten him from the inside out. A mere shell of the man he used be. He had screamed and cried for them, but there was nothing left to do but sit and think.

They would plague his dreams, her especially. He never knew what happened to her, or Ellie... Ellie, how old was she now? 12? Yes, 12, almost thirteen. 

 
She was in school now, probably popular if she was anything like her mother and him. There was no doubt she was beautiful, she probably had all the boys whipped. She must have tons of friends, a smart, brave, and beautiful girl like that... well, that's what he liked to think... but he wouldn't know.

How was she? Did she find someone else? Move on? Is she happy?

A part of him hoped she'd found love with someone else, and a more selfish part hoped that she didn't. Did she forget about him? Maybe... but he wouldn't know.

Remus, was he still around or was he playing that lone wolf shite? He hoped he wasn't. Remus probably found happiness with someone, might have a kid, maybe work at a bookstore... but he wouldn't know.

Harry, him and Ellie are probably the best of friends, he'd bet his inheritance they got into tons of trouble with McGonagall, both of them in Gryffindor sitting in front of the fire in the common room laughing, Ellie making Harry study... they're surrounded by friends cracking jokes.
They're probably over at Lindsey and Samson's all the time. Lindsey baking and Samson reading the paper while she knits them Gryffindor scarves and telling them to not run in the house... that's what he liked to think.

He wished he was there, he wished he could be there with them. He wished he could apologize and run to her arms and bury his face in her dark curls that smelled of flowers and honey. He wished she would comfort him and tell him everything was going to be okay, and that she loved him and only him.

Did she forgive him for what he did? Probably not... but alas... he wouldn't know.