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Chapter Five

Open Windows

And everything is scarlet

The map, the pen, my blood

I cry my bitter tears of salt

I breath the sour air of this earth

And I bleed my sore heart out

Forever more- from Forever more.

Remus's POV (July 1993)

Half of him was sunk deep into his pillows, the other intent on waking himself up so that he could pay the post owl on time today. But he didn't want to get up. The bed was nice and soft, and for the first time in a while, he'd gotten enough sleep.

The argument being decided, Remus sat up and stretched, yawning widely the whole time. He twisted his arm back to find the spot on his back that itched in the morning and then, yawning again, stood up, and walked to the kitchen

Before he could open up his cupboard, Remus saw, a little grey owl sitting on the chair at his table, a parchment envelope tied to its leg. It lifted its leg to him and Remus saw, with pleased surprise, that the Hogwarts crest sealed the letter. Remus untied it and the owl flew off through the small window above the table, which Remus just realized, was open.

He opened the envelope quickly, and unfolded the letter to read:

Dear Remus,

For the upcoming year at Hogwarts, I would like to offer you the post of teaching Defense Against the Dark arts. I know you know the rumors concerning the job, but I am asking you as a personal favor to me. It would be greatly appreciated among all members of staff and Severus will be able to make you the wolfsbane potion, a new discovery that I think you will find very helpful.

Hoping you are well, and anticipating your acceptance,

Albus Dumbledore

It was something he had been desperately hoping for; he knew it was going to happen. Finally a job. Dumbledore trusted him, even respected him, which was more than most people even thought about doing. Hogwarts. The name lingered in his mind. The place held his happiness, all his earthly joy stayed in the castle, never to leave.

But that, even Hogwarts, the one place that had never seemed to change, may not be the same. He knew that this month, Harry Potter would be turning thirteen, and among his best friends would be Hermione Granger, a fourteen year old Hermione Granger, but Hermione Granger all the same. What would he do? He wasn't sure if he would be able to contain the emotional upsurge that he might face. He would be around Hermione at all times and, what would he do? She was too young to be his yet he felt like no matter what, she always would be.

And what if he was so weird that it prevented her from coming to him, and history re-wrote itself?

Sirius Black's POV (August 1981)

It was night.

Most people think that they can hide in the dark, that their enemies can't see them. They think of the night as a haven, a hiding spot from an enemy, such as an odd feeling of someone who is crazy.

But my enemy can easily find me in the dark, Sirius thought, as he gasped for breath. My enemy can find me no matter how well I hide.

Exhaustion was like an illness; it crept up unnoticed, but with deadly power and swiftness, and Sirius knew, that like an illness, it would be day before he could over come it. His swim from Azkaban had sapped his strength, making it harder every moment that he crawled across the rocky shore. Sharp pieces of stone cut through his robes and into his soft tender skin, embedding themselves in his flesh. They stung and he cried out, thankful that no one could hear him. Despite his pain, he did not want to be discovered.

Hermione's POV (August 1981)

She hadn't slept in two nights.

She had not even looked at her bed since her nightmare. She was too terrified that she would relive it again and it might go deeper, forcing her to watch what happened after-after the death eater came. She did not want to go beyond it. What she wanted was to forget about it.

She poured herself another cup of coffee in an attempt to keep herself awake, but it seemed to more she tried, the more tired she became. But she would not give in-

But eventually she would have to sleep.

Tap

She turned around. A grey owl was sitting on the window sill opposite from her table, an envelope tied to its leg. Puzzled, she walked three steps to the window and opened it, allowing the owl to hop inside and onto her arm. She removed the letter with a growing feeling of confusion; no one ever mailed her.

She turned the envelope over and ripped, with a mounting feeling of perplexity mixed with dread; had something happened? She opened the letter and read:

Mrs. Lupin,

Your presence is require at the ministry of magic as soon as you possibly are able. The details of this matter are much too dangerous for a letter but all will be explained when you arrive. Myself and those involved realize this may be inconvenient for you but this is an event that needs immediate attention.

Please hurry

Amelia Susan Bones

Department for Magical Law Enforcement

Ministry of magic

Without a word Hermione pulled on her cloak and a handful of Floo powder. Excitement was pumping in her, filling her. Finally something to do, something she could do. An assignment.

She walked into her fire place, shouted "Ministry of Magic", and was gone.

Sirius Black's POV (August 1993)

There he was. He was standing next to the trunk that he had pulled with him all the way form Lily's sisters house. Harry.

The boy bent over his trunk as Sirius took half a step forward, a half a step that was all he needed to see that this boy looked just like James. His hair stuck up everywhere that his father's had; his face was the same shape; that was James's nose.

Sirius stepped closer, eager to see more of him but this time the boy sensed another presence. Sirius recoiled and saw the reflections of green eyes from under the glasses. Lily's eyes.

The boy bent down but stood up almost immediately looking in another direction. Sirius, ever acting on impulse, brushed out from the bushes and watched the boy. He stood still and watched the teenager slowly turn his gaze to where Sirius was standing. Their eyes locked for a second as the lad raised his wand and

BANG

Out of nowhere came a violently purple triple-decker bus that Sirius knew only too well. He would have to go. He had wasted too much time.

On the other side of the night bus, Sirius heard the boy fall, but could do nothing to help. There could be ministry officials on the bus, something Sirius could not risk, not now.

He turned and ran as fast as he could, before the boy or anyone of the bus could see him. He was running away, but soon he would be back, back free, back for Harry.

Hermione's POV

Well this is stupid, she thought to herself, waiting outside of Amelia Bones's office. You summon me and then make me wait an hour. The ministry went to the dogs the day I left.

Several Aurors passed her, whispering nervously, she listened eagerly, in case they had any information on why she was there. One of then saw and stopped talking, not because she had been eavesdropping however. "What?" one of his companions asked. The young Auror nodded to her and his accompanies looked. All of them looked at her and Hermione found herself turn slightly red.

A sound came from behind her and she heard the door to Amelia's office open. She jumped up immediately, eager to have an excuse away from the boys, and Amelia Bones walked out.

"Mrs. Lupin, so glad you could make it. I sorry for the delay, I was just informed that you were here," said Amelia, shaking her hand. Dropping her formality she said, "it had definetly been too long. We miss you greatly around here, especially since Sirius Black has escaped."

Hermione smiled. "I want nothing to do with the case of Sirius Black, if that is why I've been called."

:Oh, it's not, I fully understand, let's come into my office and I'll explain," said Amelia, aware that the Auror's were listening. "After you Hermione," she said holding the door open as Hermione whisked herself inside, but not before she caught one last glance at the Aurors, some where watching with surprise, or bewilderment, but a few were gazing upon her in awe and admiration, like she was their hero.

Remus Lupin's POV (1993)

He didn't know how he would first see them, how he would meet them all, but he guessed from Hermione's previous information that it would be on the train. All he had to do was let the future play into his hands. And so then he must wait.

He was so very tired, much to tired to find them, so he curled up in his compartment, guessing that they would have to find him.

Amelia Bones's POV

She led Hermione into the office and snapped the door shut. Those boys weren't allowed to know.

"So what kind of issue requires the department for magical enforcement to call in an ex-auror?" Hermione inquired casually.

"An odd one, Amelia replied, sitting down. I've got so little to do anymore, most things are handled by my junior members. This should have been given to the aurors, but I guess Fudge felt bad that I just sit here. And ex-auror or not, you're still the best who isn't as paranoid as a five-year old."

Hermione inclined her head to show she took this as a compliment. Amelia was forcefully reminded of Mad-Eye Moody's description of Hermione as "playing her enemy".

"So, would anyone like to tell me what I'm doing here?" Hermione asked.

"It's rather interesting. Last evening , the ministry found a young wizard wandering around London. He's nearly fourteen but has no idea of who he is. He calls himself Tom, but half of what he says is in gibberish; I can't understand a word."

"So, secret wizard, no memory."

"Not exactly," said Amelia lightly. "He has a memory, memories of wandering London for years, since he was very young, we guess two or three. He has some control of his powers, but it's on the subconscious level; hasn't got a clue what he's doing."

"But what do I have to do with it?"

"we want you to help us identify him. His parentage, anything. You were the best at tracking and stealth, anything with detection, Hermione Lupin was the best."

"What do you want me to do?"

"For now just meet the boy, he kept mumbling something about a night wolf, which I know is what the death eaters used to call you, so we're wondering about his history."

"If he says night wolf, then he's an enemy: said Hermione simply. "That name came from the death eaters, may they rot, and can only be used in aggression."

"Meet the boy," said Amelia, forgetting that Hermione could be even more stubborn than herself. "You could be able to guess who he is by looking at him."

"why, do I know his parents?"

"You could say that, yes," said Amelia slowly. She had no idea how Hermione would react, not that she was acting like this.

"They're enemies," said Hermione shortly.

"Yes."

"So why me?"

"We want to use him," said Amelia, praying that Hermione would understand.

"For what?" Hermione asked, obviously playing for time.

Amelia snorted in frustration. "The day that you-know-who disappeared the first thing you said that someday he would return. I'm not saying I believe you but assuming he does, wouldn't it be an advantage to have someone like him, the boy."

"Are you saying we hold an innocent boy hostage? The last time I checked we were against that."

"You're twisting your own words around," said Amelia.

Hermione smiled devilishly. "You haven't lost you touch Amelia."

"Nor have you,' said Amelia, hiding her insecurity. Maybe Hermione hadn't been the best choice. Maybe she should have decided to do it all herself. She'd forgotten that Hermione could be like this, she had started this right after the Potter's had died, talking in riddles and changing her mind.

As if Hermione had sensed her discomfort, she said "Show me the boy then and I'll make my decision."

Amelia smiled, grateful that she had finally complied. "He's in the next room," she said standing up and allowing the door to open for her, before showing Hermione in.

The room was dark, at the request of the boy, and Amelia had to allow her eyes to adjust and watched Hermione who was staring were the boy sat watching them.

Hermione stepped closer and Amelia watched eyes widen as she took in the boy's appearance. Rich black hair that had recently been cleaned and cut (by Amelia herself) hung in soft waves to a little above his shoulders. His skin was pale but his face narrow and very handsome. His eyebrows were thick without being bushy and his chin stuck out just a little, prominent, but not too.

Hermione stood up straighter as the boy opened his eyes, the one part of his appearance that did not scream the name of Black. They were red, deep and struggling, and they gazed at Hermione, as if she was an angel.

Hermione turned slowly, to face her, a smile so filled with pain spreading further across her face by the minute.

"Bellatrix," she said, a pain soaked voice to match her smile issued from Hermione lips, so insane, almost sadistic.

She took a step forward, towards Amelia.

"I'm in."

Remus's POV

Someone was talking but he was too exhausted to care. The particular position he was in was very comfortable and he was warm and rested, not really caring about anything.

The train rumbled beneath him, shaking very slightly, as it started to slow down. He frowned to himself. Surely they couldn't be there yet. Even thought he had been asleep he knew the trip couldn't have been that short. He'd traveled on this train many times before, enough to know it wasn't this short.

He passed it by, pulling his cloak up slightly as the felt the air grow colder, probably because whoever ales was in the compartment had opened a window, despite the rain he heard pounding on the roof.

"We can't be there yet," said a girls voice. Remus felt something in his mind awaken. The voice was familiar, and he knew-

"So why're we stopping?"

The train slowed down more and more, and Remus felt himself grow increasingly warier. Whoever else was in the compartment (and he had a pretty good idea of who) was worried, and he was the adult.

Suddenly the train stopped, and Remus felt himself lurch forward, though he stayed in his seat. By the sound of it luggage was falling in other compartments, and the others in the compartment were standing up.

"what's going on?" said a boys voice.

"Ouch," said the girls. "Ron, that was my foot."

"D'you think we've broken down?"

"Dunno…"

Something squeaked and Remus heard the first boy say "Theres something moving out there. I think people are coming aboard."

The door opened and someone came in and, by the sound of it, fell on the others.

"Sorry-d'you know whats going on-Ouch-sorry-"

Hullo Neville," said the other boy.

"Harry? Is that you? What's happening?"

"No idea-sit down-"

"I'm going to ask the driver what's going on," said Hermione and Remus heard her walk towards the door but was thwarted in her another person attempting to enter the compartment. They thudded to the floor and squealed.

"who's that?"

'Who's that?"

"What are you doing?"

"I was looking for Ron-"

"Come in and sit down-"

"Not here," said Harry's voice. "I'm here."

"Ouch," said Neville.

Remus stood up. "Quiet," he said. Everyone silenced. He could tell they were all waiting for him to do something.

Incendio, he thought and as he had hoped, a large ball of fire appeared in his hand. It crackled, and Remus could see five others in the compartment.

"Stay where you are," he said and stepped forward, intent of finding out what the trouble was. The door however slid open before he could reach it.

A dementor (of all things-honestly) stood before them, freezing the air around them, its hooded head turning in every direction as though looking for something. It took it's low rattling breath, draining all the heat and happiness. Remus felt memories of the days after Hermione left him coming back. The emptiness of the house, the lack of light. The day he found her in her office and she refused to go back with him. The day the dementors came to their house. All the pain.

"Harry!" screamed Hermione. Remus chanced a look and saw that Harry had fallen to the floor and was unconscious. Damn, he thought.

"None of us is hiding Sirius Black under our Cloaks. Go!" he shouted at Ron's skin grew paler. Hermione was bent low over Harry, trying to revive him. "Expecto Patronum!"

A blast of silver escaped his wand, forcing the dementor out before it even took a form. The warmth returned to the air. After a moment to train continued to move, rattling and shaking, and slowly picking up speed. Remus walked back over to his seat and sat down.

"Harry! Harry! Are you all right?"

Hermione was still on the floor next to Harry, hitting him gently. Concern was etched into every line of her face. Remus felt his stomach clench. Harry opened his eyes.

"W-what?" Harry sat up a little bit and straightened his glasses. A redheaded boy and Hermione helped Harry back to his seat.

"Are you okay?" asked the redheaded boy. A girl sitting right across from them had her head on her knees but her hair was as red at the boys, that Remus guessed they must be Weasly's. So the boy had to be Ron.

"Yeah," said Harry. Remus noticed him look at the door. "What happened? Where's that-that thing? Who screamed?"

Remus nervously looked away. He knew what Harry must have heard in his head, but didn't want to tell him in case Harry didn't know. he hastily conjured up a chocolate bar.

"No one screamed," said Ron, looking nervous. Harry looked around at the rest of them in the compartment.

"But I heard screaming-"

Crack

Remus couldn't take it. He snapped the chocolate, hoping to stop Harry. He knew it was Lily. Harry had heard Lily. Remus didn't want to know.

"Here," he said, handing Harry one of the largest pieces. "Eat it it'll help." Harry took it, but stared at him.

"What was that thing?" Harry asked.

"A dementor," Remus replied, glad to be of the topic of screaming. "One of the dementors of Azkaban." He handed chocolate to the others, willing himself not to look at Hermione. "Eat," he said to all of them. "It'll help. I need to speak to the driver, excuse me."

He sidled out of the compartment and into the corridor. As soon as he was sure they couldn't see him, he leaned against the wall and sighed. This wasn't how he had wanted to start out the term. He thought it might be good for him, but the dementor had just made everything much harder.

He continued to walk the corridor, ignoring the curious stares from other passengers of the train. He just wanted to find out when they would be at Hogwarts. He came to the front of the train and knocked on the door, the trolley woman answered.

"Hello Professor," she said.

"Hello," he said. The compartment was small and he had to stoop. "I was just wondering when we'd be arriving. Some of the students are a little-ahem-startled."

The woman nodded knowingly. "Searching the train, I bet it was Fudge's idea. All the students looking forward to a new term," she smiled warmly. "I think it should be shortly, another ten minutes or so."

Remus nodded and thanked her. He walked back out of the corridors. Once again students stared and he ignored them. They'd know who he was soon enough.

When he returned to the compartment they were all talking. The redheaded girl had finally sat up but she was pale. Harry still held the chocolate in his hand

"I haven't poisoned that chocolate you know," he said with a smile. Harry looked at him and took a small bite. "We'll be at Hogwarts in ten minutes," he paused as Harry took another bite, slightly bigger this time. "Are you all right Harry?" He looked at all of them, his gaze resting for a fraction of a second on Hermione. She was very pretty already, he could see the girl he had fallen in love with in her face, hidden beneath her youth. And there was happiness in her eyes, though they were slightly narrowed in concern. He pulled his eyes back to Harry.

"Fine," said Harry, looking out the window.

Roach's POV

People kept coming in and ogling him like he was an attraction at a fair. Some of them stared, some whispered to others he couldn't see. The last woman watched him for so long he thought she would never leave. She had seemed so crazy, raving on about someone called Bella.

He didn't know what was going on. This morning he had awakened to find himself here, wherever here was. These people, whoever they were, wanted him for something. They didn't tell what.

He supposed that he was better off here. When he live on the streets it was a daily struggle for survival. He'd never been warm; he'd never had hot food or proper clothes. This place, though dark and spooky, was strangely comforting. They had given him clothes; warm pants and a shirt and a something that he supposed was a robe. All of the people here wore one.

Of course though, better off or not, he couldn't stay here. Eventually they would use him for whatever it was they were planning. And though he didn't know what it was they wanted him for, he knew it couldn't be good. He had already planned to escape. He would use the gift, but he had to leave. The crazy woman had made him realize he had too.

Hermione's POV

"So what are we going to do?"

Hermione looked up. Amelia was watching her. "What?"

"The boy. I guess we've determined his parentage, so what are we going to do?"

"You mean you didn't have a plan?" Hermione asked incredulously.

"Well, no not really."

Hermione sighed. How utterly like the ministry. She had joined them in the hope that she could improve them but obviously her views had done nothing.

"Well I suppose the best thing is to figure out what he's done. Where he's been his whole life. Why he was on the streets. Maybe get him around humans again."

"Shouldn't we get rid of him?" Hermione turned.

"What?"

"Get rid of him. You said it yourself he's an enemy."

"He's but a boy," said Hermione. "How much damage could he possibly do?"

Hermione watched Amelia for a few seconds. "Bellatrix took my son-"

"Hermione we've never had any proof that it was her-"

"It was her," said Hermione forcefully. "She as good as admitted it to me. She stole my son from me, she killed him. I'm merely returning to the favor."

Amelia stared at her, obviously with no retort.

"He's useful," said Hermione. "The boy I mean. I swear to you, if Sirius Black could escape from Azkaban, so could Bellatrix. I would have expected it of her before him." She walked to Amelia's charmed window, staring out at the sunlight. "Bellatrix is like me. She has a heart but sometimes it's frozen." She turned back to Amelia. "I think it would destroy her heart to see her son, her and Voldemort's son, fighting next to her greatest rival."

"But what about You-know-who? Assuming he ever came back of course."

"Voldemort cares for three things only. Immortality, the destruction of Harry Potter, and Bellatrix. If she falls, he will stumble." Hermione smiled. "Using the boy could be our chance to give Harry his."

"Harry? What does Harry have to do with this?"

"Harry Potter wants to be the one to kill Voldemort. If he is looking the other way in battle Harry could have his chance."

Remus's POV

"On a happier note," said Dumbledore. "I am pleased to welcome two new teachers to our ranks this year."

Remus cringed. He knew it would happen, but he'd always had an issue with large amounts of people. It gave him a sick feeling, when lots of eyes were on him.

"First Professor Lupin, who has kindly consented to fill the post of Defense Against the Darks arts teacher."

He rolled his eyes and stood up for a moment to accept to applause that only came hard from people like Harry, and he noticed with a lurch in his stomach, Hermione, who was seated right next to Harry.

He wondered silently as Dumbledore continued if that was some sort of message to himself as to what was to come. Harry and Hermione together, romantically. He held back a shudder with difficulty.

Dumbledore was watching him watch Harry. He cleared his throat, which brought Remus's attention back to him.

Roach's POV

It had to be night. No one had come in for hours. This was his chance. He could leave now and they wouldn't know what had happened.

Ropes bound him to the chair but that didn't bother him. He concentrated and the ropes split at his bidding. He stood and rubbed his wrists. His telekinesis never ceased to amaze him.

The door wasn't locked so he gently pushed it open with the power. The room outside was dark but he could tell that it was some sort of office, probably where the crazy woman worked. He quietly shut the door with is mind and walked silently to a door on the other side of the room, which he opened carefully in case there was a guard. He took a breath of relief. The outside corridor was deserted.

He started down the hall, softly at first, but he picked up the pace when no one followed him. He wasn't sure how to get out, but he was going to try. Maybe if he came close they wouldn't need him anymore. Maybe they'd let him go.

He reached a lift and pressed the button. It clattered and he held his breath, letting go of the air. His body melted into nothingness but still no one came. How could they ignore this? Didn't they have alarms? He'd learned that all places had alarms to guard from burglaries. But this place didn't seem to care.

The lift clattered into place and he ran in, pulling all his matter together. He jabbed hard on the number one button, and the doors of the lift clanged shut. The noise was so obvious, how could no one hear it. These people must be stupid, no alarms, not even a night guard? They knew they had left him, did they not think he would try to escape?

The doors opened and he ran out, into a huge room. A fountain of what appeared to be a sorcerer, a princess, a horse, and little demons stood in front of a door. The way out.

As he passed the fountain, he noticed that the horse had a humans body where the neck on a normal horse would be. The little demons where different, one was scarcely a foot tall and resembled a bat, while the other was taller, and had roughed looking skin. Water poured out of his hat. "The Fountain of Magical Brethren" a card said. Roach looked at it confused. Magical?

He took another step towards the door but as he did a voice from behind him spoke. "Boy, why are you leaving?"

Roach turned. No one stood behind him, but the voice had been whispered right in his ear. "Who's there?" he called, his voice scratchy from his dry throat.

"A friend."

Roach took a step back. "I have no friends."

"You may want some presently." The voice was cool, feminine, and while creeping him out, somewhat comforting.

"Why?" he said, stepping so his back was to the fountain. He didn't want to give her an advantage.

"Because." There was a splash behind him and he saw the outline of someone standing on the other side of the fountain. "You won't want to continue alone when you find out what you are."

"What I am?" he said. "What is that supposed to mean?" he stepped into the fountain so she couldn't see him.

The person, whoever they were, stepped closer to him. Her feet were in the fountain. He stepped away from her. "You are different."

"Yeah, I kinda figured that one out. You know, not everyone can open a door that they stand three feet from."

"You're right, not everyone can. But I can." A large swell of water came up behind him, preventing him front taking another step backwards. He fought it, but this person's power was immeasurable greater than his own. She took another step closer to him. "Do you stand for good or for evil?"

"What?"

"Are you a good guy or a bad guy?"

"I suppose I'm a bad guy. I steal, I lie-"

"I mean, when it comes to the fate of the world, do you want to save it or destroy it? Try to keep it, of do you want to cover it in shadow?"

"I guess I want to save it." Whoever she was, she was crazy.

"You guess?"

"Yeah." She was closer to him now. A hood covered her face, but he could see her eyes. There was a kind of sympathy in them.

"I guess I want to save it too." She was only two feet from him. "Do you have a name?"

"Roach," he muttered. "One of the gangs I used to be in called me that. Then the police arrested most of them."

"Do you like the name?" she asked.

"I don't have anybody to call me a name, so it doesn't bother me."

"Well if you're going to save the world, you're going to have help. They'll have to call you something."

He realized what she was getting at. "Do you know my name? Before my parents died?"

"No."

Roach looked down.

"But your parents aren't dead."

He looked up. "They're not?"

"No."

"Where are they?"

She came closer and put her hand on his shoulder. "Do you want me to tell you now?"

Something in her voice and in her eyes, told him that it was horrible, more that them being dead. He wanted to know, but he was so tired. "No."

"I though so. I will tell you in the morning." The wall of water slowly went down into the fountain again. The woman turned him so they were facing the lift again. All though of escape abandoned, roach let her usher him back upstairs, but instead of going back to the room he was in before, she led him to another with two beds. He lay down on it, soaking up the warmth of it. He looked and saw that the woman had let down her hood. She had her back to him. Brown hair cascaded down her shoulders.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"Hermione," she said. She turned and he recognized her. It was the crazy lady from earlier. He clenched his hand on the bedspread. "Don't be afraid. I'm not crazy."

She lay down on the other bed, yet he knew she was watching him. He turned, but could still feel her eyes on the back of his neck.

"Hermione?"

"Yes?"

"What was my father's name?"

"Why?"

"Well, if I'm to have name, why not be his?"

She hesitated, he could sense it. A part of her didn't want to tell him.

"Hermione?"

"Tom. Your father's name is Tom."

Tom. That would be his name. It had been his father's, the one thing he had from him. It was special.

I've been stabbed with your sword

So many times before

Each time the cut is deeper

And it hurts even more

I crumble from all this pain from you

I can't keep coming back

And although it hurts like hell

Even thought I only see black

But what hurts above it all

I still love you- From an untitled piece

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