Notes: This is a little something I wrote while waiting for a train and I really don't know where it came from. At this time there is no full story to go with it but I hope you enjoy this little scene anyway.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Harry Potter but merely enjoy them immensely.
Small Wind Ch. 1 EveningA small wind blew over the hill. A single form sat in the tall grass on the top; black hair and robes sprawled around him in disarray. The gentle wind blew dying leafs and bits of grass onto his form, some sticking to his sweaty and bloodstained countenance. He swayed slightly, his strength seeming to fade and threatening to make him fall the remainder of the way into the grass.
The setting sun on the horizon shone its last rays on his disheveled and dark figure but his obsidian eyes were far away and did not notice the light slowly fading away. As the sun finally made its way out of view the gentle breeze turned cold making his thin form shiver. A harder, colder wind made its way from across the land, over the trees, and up the hill. Its impact with the lone figure was more than his failing strength could manage and he fell onto his side without a sound. His black eyes rolled back into his head and closed while his mud and blood stained black tendrils of hair fell about his face and on the earth.
The stars shone down on him through the gathering clouds. A small puddle formed beneath him. The dark fluid soaking into the ground creating a thick mud and further staining his face, robes, and hair. As the wind picked up once more the gathering clouds increased and began to darken. Once the stars had finally given up the fight to shine through the clouds, lighting began to mar the sky and a mist of rain started that was so light it simply seemed a part of the wind. The rain continued, swirling about the hill and managed to coat the hill and the teacher upon it.
Well, that's it. Hope you liked it! :¬)
