PROLOGUE
Where has it gone?
Disclaimer: This is based on the song „Field of Innoence" by Evanesence. It is meant to be the Prologue for a longer story in progress. I don't own the characters of Harry Potter, just Mia. "Field of Innocence" is not my song either.
I still remember the world
From the eyes of a child
Slowly these feelings
Were clouded by what I know now
The graveyard was covered in snow. Mia was still staring at the names on the small, weathered gravestone. Thick snowflakes were falling silently on its top. Though they did not make any noise, she imagined pling pling for every little flake that landed on the stone. Pling Pling Pling.
Tears trickled down her cheeks. She wished she had never found out. All along she had longed for the truth.
Where has my heart gone
An uneven trade for the real world
I want to go back to
Believing in everything and knowing nothing at all
Could they know that she was staring at their grave right now? Did it bother them at all? Could this vixen have known what it would do to her? Pling pling pling.
„Mia?"
She pretended not to have heard him. Tears still stroked her icy cheeks. She did not bother to wipe them away. What use would it be? She meant to cry her feelings out of her, puke them on the grave and go back to being haunted by the unknown. Pling pling.
Maybe the snowflakes could cover her up, hide her shame?
I still remember the sun
Always warm on my back
Somehow it seems colder now
Where had her innocence gone? Had she even been innocent once? A child? Her longing for the truth had stolen her childhood. And what for?
„WHAT FOR?!"
Her world had broken apart. All her believes were shattered on their grave.
Where has my heart gone
An uneven trade for the real world
„I wanted it all!!" What had she been thinking? Finding out everything and living happy with it for the rest of her life? Was she really that pathetic?
„I wanted it all!! And what did I get? A fucking graveyard!"
Her screams were muffled by the thick snowfall that surronded them. The snowflakes ate her words. Pling pling.
I want to go back to
Believing in everything
She spat on the grave. It should vanish and take these traitors with it. It should leave nothing behind, nothing at all.
Oh where
Where has my heart gone
Trapped in the eyes of a stranger
She stood motionless, attempting to blend in with the pure white snow. He stood a few steps apart, stunned. His eyes were trying to read her mind. Pling pling pling.
I still remember
And she knew she couldn't go back.