AN: For Laura.

I.

First Year

Trembling.

That's all that he is.

Trembling hands

adjust his tie.

Trembling voice

asks "Can I sit

with you."

The

(┬┐question?)

that starts it

all.

II.

Second Year

Petrified.

He lays on the bed,

unmoving
unfeeling
unseeing.

You stay

by his side

til Pomfrey

c-h-a-s-e-s

you away.

III.

Third Year

Scared.

He curls against

((Y.O.U))

like you're a

safe haven,

like you

(a pompous

boy)

can protect him from

SiriusBlack,

like you're a

Knight in

shining

armor.

And you're not,

but you still hold him

closeso close.

IV.

Fourth Year

Crying

He swears and

S-H-O-U-T-S

because life isn't

fair.

He's never known anyone who's

died/\_

and it's so

unfair

because Cedric was so

-good-

And he /crashes/

into you

like a ship

crashing into a

r.o.c.k.y.

shoreline.

But he doesn't

s
i
n
k

because you keep him

afloat.

V.

Fifth Year

In pain.

You see the scratches

redredred

upon his hand.

I must not be late for detention

s/l/a/s/h/e/d

into flesh.

And you hold him,

lips like

butterfly wings

moving across the wounds

with a

whispered

promise that you'll keep him

safesafesafe.

VI.

Sixth Year

Strong

The roles

((reverse esrever))

and he

holds you

when you get the news.

A cousin

deadmurderedtaken.

And you've worn the porcelain

m.a.s.k.

of bravery and strength

like a ((second skin))

for so l-o-n-g

but now it

s/h/a/t/t/e/r/s

and he is there

to keep you

safesafesafe

VII.

Seventh Year

Gone

You try not to look at his

empty

bed next to yours.

He's been forced

|out|

on the run,

a victim of his

_blood_

And you wear your

mask

once again

because he's

gone gone gone

and no one is there to

piece you back

(tog)(et)(her)

if you

B(R(E(A(K