A/N: Well, here I am, guiltily starting my second project. For those of you who are Harry Potter and the King of Kings fans, don't worry- I'm not abandoning it. This story will be HPSF and SLASH. The naughtier bits will come later.

This will be a series of short vignettes. A vignette is a very short scene, or snapshot. Each vignette is supposed to portray one emotion to go along with it. With this project, I'm more concerned about my writing style and imagery use than the actual plot, as opposed to my other project, which is exactly the opposite. I hope you guys enjoy it.

I also apologise for any mistakes you may encounter. I'm a new writer and I'm beta-less. If anyone wants to be my beta, you can drop me an email. I'd greatly appreciate it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Also, credit for the story title goes to A.F.I.

Chapter 1- Innocence:

They were twelve, and the world was new. The boy with viridian eyes walked- no, bounced- over to the huddle where the rest of his class was. The class, who had all abandoned their robes in favor of white button down shirts and black slacks, were outside for a Care of Magical Creatures lesson. Shortly into the session, however, their mammoth professor had deserted them to take someone to the hospital wing, his huge brown coat flapping after him in the breeze. The group of children only received a gruff "stay put" as instruction.

The air outside smelled sharply of what could only be described as nature. The fresh smell of newly cut grass mixed in with the salty air that drifted over from the lake, creating a light scent that infiltrated the senses, leaving one calm and relaxed.

The bouncing dark haired boy, though, could never be described as calm or relaxed. This particular boy, whose wild hair seemed to mimic his personality, could always be caught skipping around energetically, terrorizing the castle and its occupants.

The boy twirled around in circles before dropping to his back in the soft grass. The jade strands tickled his neck and face, but the boy stayed where he was. He twisted his fingers in the grass, feeling the soft, waxy texture, before yanking out a few strands and holding them up to his nose. The boy closed his eyes and sniffed his handful of grass, reveling in the scent they gave out.

He opened his eyes again and studied the forget-me-not blue sky that greeted him. It stretched on and on, never ending. The awesomeness of the sky amazed the boy and he smiled, his eyes crinkling happily at the edges. Nature seemed to have made a safe cocoon for the boy; he was surrounded by soft green grass and comforting blue sky. The cool breeze occasionally caressed his cheeks, as if it were Mother Nature herself.

The dark haired boy startled as a shape blocked his comforting sky from view. He relaxed, however, when he recognized that shape to be a friend of his. The boy was tall and lean, with sandy blonde hair and sky blue eyes. They sky behind him brought out the color of his eyes, in just the same way that the grass behind the dark-haired youth brought out his own eyes. The blonde boy's bowed lips curved skyward into a small smile. "Whatcha doin', there?" His Irish lilt was pleasant, and seemed to fade into the ever-moving breeze.

"Sittin'." The other boy answered. He opened his fist and watched as the grass was carried away by the breeze. It seemed to him as if the green strands were dancing, just as he himself had been a moment ago.

"I think I see the professor comin' back." The sandy haired boy extended a small hand to the first boy, who grabbed it and used it to pull himself off the ground.

"Thanks." He brushed himself off and continued bouncing towards the rest of his classmates, leaving his friend smiling behind him.

The flattened grass where the boy had been laying slowly sprung up and continued dancing in the wind.