Life's a huge picture. So huge in fact, that you don't even know how tall it is, how wide it is, where it began and whether it ever ends. Our necks don't bend so far, our eyes can't see all the colours, and our supposedly wonderful minds can't process the minute details. The complexity leads us to believe it is a blank canvas, untouched and dependant on our individual palettes. Few know this is far, far away from the truth.
People try to describe it. Many call it short, despite its immortality.
It was strange. Despite what had happened at this place, time didn't stop for these people; however good they'd been… nature was unfazed.
I placed the snowdrops on the cold stones, right underneath the names, and left with a salute.
Life went on.
Many more say it's a bitch, despite the beauty it offers.
Sighing, I leaned into the crook of his neck. He planted a kiss on my head before admiring the breathtaking view of the sun setting behind the castle, its light making the forest appear to burn fiercely and giving the lake an almost holy glow.
The hippogriph soared and I grabbed him tightly in fear of falling off.
Life is a guaranteed, beautiful adventure.
Most agree that it's meaningless, despite the mystery it presents us with.
I stood before the veil, reaching out… I knew that whatever was behind would likely give me many answers. The veil was much more than just a killing tool. It made people disappear, yes, but I knew that it also held answers, answers the unspeakables would do anything for… but would they die for it? No… no, not just because they liked living but also because they didn't know a way to share the knowledge from the other side or better, to bring someone back from it.
Will I find a way to share it when I find out?
Our once burning desire and thirst for the knowledge, for the unveiling of that mystery has died.
Did anyone find a way?
And as we humans are prone to do, we forget the quality, to emphasize on the faults.
A black cloak, so black it shined, caught my eye. The legend, a long forgotten bit of history, turned into a children's tale. I would have laughed if I could. The answer had been lying in front of me for years, years of sneaking around with my boyfriend – now husband – in Hogwarts. Years that cloak saved our lives, thrice against the Dark Lord – how could I miss it?
People tend to forget that really…
Harry we'll have it. He'll need it. He'll use it the way it should be – and maybe, just maybe, he'll figure it out.
Life can be pretty damn sweet.
A/N: Er... this sort of wrote itself, haha. I don't really have time to write but I'll try if people want me to. If not then, I'll just leave it around for some genius writer to get inspired by it, you never know. [shrugs]