He had seen H-Potter, running past him in the halls and had an urge to follow him to see if he was ok. But them he remember that his father had made him break up with Potter. The only happy thing in his life torn from him, the reason he was still at Hogwarts for 8th year. I had thought of asking Har-Potter out again but it would hit him two paces away from Potter that he hated me and wanted nothing to do with me. Sighing, I hated this life. Crabbe dead, Father in jail, and Mother on potions to deal with grief. Trying to do his usual strut across the hall but giving up, I
sighed again and walked over the the blank stretch of wall said the password that made me flinch. "Snape." the wall folded inwards and opened up to a dark room with a greenish light from the widow witch had a view of the lake underwater. A mermaid swam past and ignored him, witch was new but I had gotten used to it. About two years ago the mer-people would ether glance curiously into the common room or stay to show off. All off my friends had stayed home for 8th year. "My Dragon!" shrieked a ugly pug faced girl running over to try to give me a kiss on the cheek but I dogged just on time. Well everyone but Pansy stayed at home. I thought miserably. And she only stayed so she could try to date me, I had tried many many times to tell her this was never going to happen, but she turned weirdly deft every time I said something along those lines. Witch was also strange because Pansy usually could quote me about anything I ever said word for word. Pansy and I were not the only ones who stayed but the only ones I had ever felt close to had either died or left me. Just like he did to Har-Potter. Was this what Potter felt like? Alone and betrayed? But he had his two friends Weasley and Granger unlike I did. But what I mostly saw of the 'Golden Trio' ,as the Profit liked to call them, was Weasley and Granger snoging like love sick ells and H-Potter sulking behind looking at the floor with the saddest face I had ever seen. My mind went back to a perfect day from 5th year when Harry and I had spent a whole hour just wrapped in each others arms by the lake and were wonderfully...happy. I miss those days. I wished I could go back in time and stop himself from breaking up with H-Potter. Then an idea struck me. I couldn't believe I hadn't thought of it earlier! A Time-Turner! But then he remembered that they were all smashed when Potter had gone to save his godfather from the Dark Lord. I flinched again. I still called him the 'Dark Lord' even after he had tried to kill Harry! I quietly mumbled "going to bed... tired..." to Pansy and walked over to the boy's dorms. There were only three people in the 8th year dorm when there was supposed to be about nine. I threw myself onto my bed and cast a locking charm my Aunt Bellatrix had taught me last year. Then I took it off again, I didn't want to do anything my Aunt Bellatrix, Father, You-Know-Who, and his Death Eaters had taught him. I clutched my left forearm where the Dark Mark was burned on my arm. And before I knew it tears were flowing down my face. I wiped them with his sleeve. Father had always said feelings are weakness and I mustn't give into them.