prologue.
'tread lightly on the spider-lilies
they're too beautiful to die;
poison is timeless, and
flowers are spineless
and burgundy blooms lie best.'
Hogwarts, 2005.
The dark halls are set alight with flashes of azure and emerald. There is screaming, sobbing and the sound of pure, angry noise. Wizards and witches stand in hallways and on stairs, bawling words that mean nothing but rage at one another.
The teachers are gone. The students of Hogwarts fight themselves.
Colours flash through the air while still more dance behind wands, crying spells. Too many black robes lie lumpy and forgotten on the cold flagstones; too many children scream for their mothers, for siblings, for help.
Not enough people scream for it to stop.
Throughout the sparking darkness there are people caught in time; a heart slows to a stop and unshed saltwater throws rainbows over pale cheeks... it seems years before the witch crumples onto the stone floor, clutching at nothing - and yet for everything.
This is how their fight ends.
But this is not where our story begins.
[AN: Chapters will never be this is short. This is the prologue - after this, everything will be around 3,000+ words. The story is set in 2004, focusing on a group of eight seventh years; a wizard and witch from each House. It's about war and lying and bitterness, and love through all the worst things.
Enjoy. – appleseedquest]
