WARNING: IMPLIED CHARACTER DEATH!

He had walked in on them, kissing, and it had killed him. No, really, it had.

So what if he was still walking? Ginny meant the world to him, even if she didn't return the affection. But he had always been able to hope-maybe she didn't really despise him, maybe she was only faking.

He had confided in his father, but the older Death Eater had only warned him to let go. Nothing good would come of such a union, he said.

But his heart seemed to be made of pottery. Pottery...Potter. What a coincidence that Potter had been the one to kiss Ginny. The Potter had broken the pottery, and the pottery could do nothing about it.

The pottery-his heart-had cracked.

And so with the shards he would give himself up to the potter who had moulded his heart.

Confusing?

Yeah, I'm confusing myself.

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