The sound of the train and the smoke that rose from its pipes marked the September first for the Hogwarts students. It was amazing that something like school could still go on during these troubled times. 

EDITED: 01/05/11

Get a grip, Willow she mentally scolded herself, you’ve gone four solid months without it. I’m sure you can keep it up for the next ten months if you have to.

All the conversation that had happened seemed so surreal. A terrible nightmare, to say the least. She barely remembered leaving the office or saying a proper good-bye to the Headmistress. The shock of what she had said was absolutely beyond shocking.

 He felt guilty that he’s not telling this to her, but Dumbledore had given his instruction that this, their mission, was to remain among the three of them. The Order, including Willow might have an idea about it, but no one else knew about what it entails. ‘I guess she’s not the only one now who’s keeping secrets’ Harry thought to himself.

 The silence in the room was an old friend he needs to reacquaint with. Every night around this time, he’ll find himself in his room, with the door deliberately left open, listening to her sweet seductive music, letting it fill the somber empty space that surrounds him.

Sin knew not of its cruelties.

 In a plight I am.
Empty. Blank.
Skin crawls in emptiness.
Eyes glassed over.
Burning I am into nothing of sorts.
A mere face.
A mere fate.