What do you think of when you think of when you hear 'Obsidian'? Anything significant? Yes? No? Well, for me, a million things flood into my mind. Sights, sounds, tastes and smells. Everything.
Obsidian gave me something akin to closure. It made me truly happy for once in my life. Don't get me wrong, I was happy at Hogwarts and I loved my friends but there was always that little thing missing in my life and that was… parents. Okay, so maybe it's not quite so little a thing but still…
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns it all… Unless of course I happen to throw some of my own peoples in there….
A/N: Me again… Yup, back with another story. I think I've got a good plot for this one… Anyway. Please review and tell me what you think… I apologise in advance if I don't update quickly…
