Nov 01, 2004 19:19
Just turn your head, little girl, and pretend you can't see me coming for you.
Turn your head and close your eyes and clench those tiny fists, and maybe this dark, damp place will go away for ever, and your darling Harry Potter will come to your rescue.
Maybe he won't show up at all. Maybe I'll reach you before he does.
Cry and sob all you want. I'm never, ever leaving. You are mine, always. You were mine when you opened that old, dingy book. You were mine when I brought you here.
As you lay, soaking wet, on the cold stone floor, you are mine.
Cry your crimson tears and shut your eyes.
I promise this won't hurt.