Hello everybody! This is the English translation of my German story 'Im nächsten Leben'. It's slash, so if you don't like it, don't read it. English isn't be my mother tongue, so I hope, that I don't do to many mistakes.
And I search for a Beta Reader
In the next life
Prologue
Only the moonlight, that shined in the room, spended a little bit brightness.
The whole castle was dark and a overwhelming silence lied over the walls of the school for wizards and witches. It was as if somebody knew what would be happening in this night.
In one room were two mans. Both were founder of this school named Hogwarts.
A joung man lied in the bed. He had been black hair and estimated he was 30 years old.
He had got amazed green eyes. Because it was dark, you couldn't saw, that he was pale and looked like very sickly.
He beatheded in sweat and his breathing sounded like he was run 1000 metres, because he didn't get enough breath of frish air.
The second man was a little bit older than the other. He also had got black hairs, was very tall and his dark blue eyes nearly were black, too. He sat on a chair next to the bed and constant bathed a cloth whish lied on the forehead of the younger man who breathed one's last. He whispered to the sick man and canceled the plashy sweaty hair.
Godric Gryffindor afflicted closed his eyes. His body ached and his head fealed as if it broke, some of his action was agonizing.
But it didnt'give some spell or potion whish saved his life.
The muggels hadn't got medicine like the wizards so their medicaments couldnt helped Godric, too.
"Salazar.", he whispered and he turned his head to his beloved, but the eyes were still closed. Also speaking was arduous.
"Yes, I'm here.", heared Godric the familiar suffrage of the bigger man, who palmed his cheek, now.
"I... I know, I don't have plenty time and I will die. But I had got a vision. We will meet us again. In another life."
Godric afflicted coughed, as Salazar bland carried him and his lips forged the last words: "I love you." Than the cough the breath stopped. Godrics head tilt over the side, his hand, whish had kept Salazars hand, atonic fell down to bed.
He was dead.
I hope you like this prologue. The next chapters will be longer than the prologue. I will be very grateful vor reviews, because it is my first english translation.
Bye Shadè