Similar Hearts
Disclaimer: I own nothing except my original characters. J.K. Rowling is the real mastermind behind the Harry Potter universe.
Prologue
I was sitting in a grassy field against a large willow tree, a large, clear, blue lake in front of me. The sun was shining, the birds singing, and the distinct smell of spring was in the air. I smiled as a gentle breeze blew, carrying the smell of rain to come. It was a beautiful day. I sighed and closed my eyes, leaning my head against the old willow tree behind me. I was content and happy, a lot happier than I had been for a long time. I had just started to think about taking a dip in the lake, when the scenery suddenly changed.
I became very cold and empty feeling, as though all of the happiness had been sucked out of me. Now, instead of the tall willow i had been resting my back on, I was leaned against a stone, cold wall. Instead of the grassy field, I was in what appeared to be a dungeon. There was no longer a lake in front of me, just metal bars. Then I felt it. There were chains on my wrist, securing me to the wall. My eyes grew wide as realization hit me like a slap to the face. I was in a cell. I was in the wizards prison, Azkaban. I was a prisoner. I struggled against the chains, trying to break free from them, but it was no use. I was trapped.
I had finally started to get over my initial shock when I heard it. It was a faint rattling sound, almost too quiet for me to hear. I didn't know what it was until it got closer, and that's when I realized that the rattling sound was breathing. More precisely, a dementor breathing. As it got closer, the room got colder and colder. Soon, it was in front of my cell, hovering above the floor. My heart caught in my throat as I looked at the cloaked figure. It was wearing all black, it's cloak tattered and old looking, it's hood hiding it's face. Fear flooded my entire body as the dementor turned to look at me. I watched as the dementor took out a key with its decayed, rotting hand, and put it in the key hole to my cell. It opened my cell and slowly glided towards me.
The only thing I could hear was the dementor's long, rattling breathes and the pounding of my heart in my head. My hands grew clammy and I began to feel sick as I looked up at the foul creature in front of me. Nothing happened for a while. The dementor simply stared at me with it's black, featureless face. I stared back at it, expecting the worst. Suddenly the dementor moved its long hands to the hood of its cloak, slowly pulling it off of it's head. That's when I realized what was happening. The dementor was about to perform the dementor's kiss on me! I struggled against my chains, using the last bit of energy I had before it leaned towards me, only 5 inches from my face. Everything got colder. Four inches. I stopped struggling as I began to feel empty. 3 inches. I couldn't move. 2 inches. What was happiness? Who am I? Why am I here? 1 inch. What had I done to deserve this? Then there was total blackness.
Hey guys! So here is the prologue to my first story called Similar Hearts. It's a Sirius BlackxOC story with mostly romance and friendship, but with action as well! I know that it's short, but it is a prologue after all. I'm going ahead and posting my first chapter, but after that I'm going to try to update weekly. Who knows, sometimes I might update more than that. :) Anyway please review and follow because I promise I have a lot more in store!
