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A magiknight's tale
disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter Books or any of the character in the books or places for that matter.
The grass is dewy, the sky is grey and thick. The air is thick with sorrow. Tombs decorate the ground of this sad place. Grieving widow's, kid-less parents, parent-less kids, Friends just like brothers and sister fill this place, each visiting there own lost soul. This is the cementary... the place of pain. Lightning striked the cold hard ground, where lonely bodies rest. Fear filled the place now as family and friends where forced to leave. Everyone left... all except a young boy. 16 years no older than that, Dark black hair that challenges the dark night, his eyes where green as the grass he stood on. His eyes... they where filled with emptyness and lost, dark eyes those were not glimpse of to be seen. He kept looking at a tomb stone, or more like a group of tomb stones. He read the names inscribed in the tomb stone repeatedly still not believing what he read, even if he did know they where gone. The sky got darker, raindrops now fell from high above. The sky seemed to be crying for the boy, since the boy could not cry himself. The thunder was like the yells of pain, he wished he could yell. He looked up at the sky and borrowed it's tears, raindrops slowly ran down his cheeks, resembleling the tears he couldn't have. He turned away from the tombstones and walked away, as he walked he cleaned his glasses a bit and looked once again to the tombstones and read the names:
James Potter
Lily Potter
Sirius Black
Belle Black
Remus Lupin
Ruby Lupin
Molly Weasly
Arthur Weasly
Alice Granger
Theo Granger
And so many more...
He felt like it was all his fault. The emptyness had consumed him in away that he could not feel joy, hope, love... He could feel love he had for another person, but he could not feel love in return. So empty... so cold... so much nothingness...
On days like this he wonders 'why am I dying to live, if I am living to die...'
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White... White... White... That's all that can be seen here. There are no colors at all here. The place had no end and no beginning. No walls, no floor, no ceiling... no nothing. There was something else floting amognst the nothingness... There where people there color was gone too. They where Black and White. They slept through the years not knowing what has happened to there family. They all slept... Except for one, a small toddler. He had jet-black hair messy as can be. Emerald eyes. He was the only one in color in that place. He would occasionaly glance at the floating people. He was very weak, since he was the protector of these souls. He held what looked like an crystal ball inside of it resembeld a glowing white essence. He panted and held the ball tightly in his arms almost like hugging it, he was crying, yet again he glanced at some of these people. The ones he glanced at where non other than: Sirius Black, James Potter, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew?! and so many other innocent lives. The small baby muttered something "I'm sorry it's all my fault." he hugged tighter his ball, and silently cried...
 Samantha DiContalessa · Sat Jan 21, 2006 @ 09:31pm · 0 Comments |
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