Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters. I am not making money out of this. I wrote this only to make the bunnies go quiet.

Foggy Reflections

I can't seem to pierce through this thick fog. Scottish falls must be the dreariest season of all the seasons. Yet, it does not compare to the fog covering my heart. For so long I lived on auto-pilot that now that He is gone, I don't know how to live. This Father who controlled everything I was, everything that I wanted to be, every wish and dream, never to come true because of one hateful, bitter man is now no more. In a flash of green, his living essence escaped its shell, I would have too if I could have. I that was taught from the best and I cannot even teach myself how to go on. The lack of motivation, of light in my darkened heart taints my perception of life and has made me into the kind of man my father was; hateful and bitter. Footsteps are coming up behind me. I rouse myself from reflective trance. I see the fog has cleared to finally let the sun peek in for the first time in so long. A hand on my shoulder, a broomstick put in my hand. Potter is there once again with his easy smile and friendly demeanour. Maybe the fog that has taken residence in my heart can leave the sun come in also?

A/N: this was inspired by a prompt on . If you want more details I would be pleased to answer. If you are interested in more of this story please tell me and I will consider writing more of it.