Say You Won't Let Go

A/N: Thanks for reading! So I'm currently obsessed with this song (check it out. Right. Now.), which is why it's my story title. I'm not plagiarizing, I'm just in love.

"When you looked over your shoulder

For a minute, I forget that I'm older

I wanna dance with you right now

Oh, and you look as beautiful as ever

And I swear that everyday you'll get better

You make me feel this way somehow"

-James Arthur "Say You Won't Let Go"

It was a Sunday morning. The interior and exterior of the castle were both giving off an aura of excitement, but a gloominess was rested permanently upon all the occupants of the castle. Inside the Great Hall, the banners, which depicted the Ravenclaw crest, seemed out of place, a memorandum to normality. The ceiling that depicted the weather outside was bright and sunny, which seemed to mock the dark mood that was gripping everything.
The four tables that divided each house were half full. Anxious parents had shown up to pick up their children in fear of the inevitable war. The little conversation being made by the teachers and students around the hall seemed forced and hushed.
Most people had given up hope on even Dumbledore, who was seated, gravely, at the Staff table, looking venerable, yet older than ever. The few auburn colored strands of hair left in his gray beard were slowly graying and his face was lined with years of stress. He stood up, his dull purple robes swishing behind him, and held a hand up to stop the conversations.
"Another year has passed," he began. His voice sounded hoarse but there was a determination that nobody's voice had achieved. "We have faced sorrows and losses. Yet, amidst the grave mood that has gripped each and every one of us, goes on. We fight, we fall in love, and we strengthen our bonds. And if life goes on, the enemy cannot win. So with these few words of, forgive me, wisdom, let the feast begin."
Dumbledore waved his hand and food began to appear on the plates. Some students piled up food on their plates, some ignored it. If there was no war, the silence would have felt like serendipity. Right now, it seemed right for the moment. In the corner of the Gryffindor table, however, the silence was broken by the shouts of one girl.
"Save your breath, Snape!" she yelled spitefully. Her green eyes flashed as she turned her back on the greasy-haired teenager she was arguing with and sat back down with a thump. A little distance away from her sat a boy with messy hair and glasses, who couldn't help but notice how beautiful she looked, even in anger.
"Staring again, Prongs?" asked his handsome best friend.
"No," the boy averted his gaze from the girl's fiery hair.
"Just give up, James," his best friend advised, "it's never going to happen anyways. Besides, any girl would go out with you."
"But he only wants to go out with Lily," said the boy, sympathetically, across from them. He looked rather peaky; the previous day had been a full moon.

"Are we going to do a prank next year?" asked the plump boy sitting next to the peaky looking boy.

"If Hogwarts is still open," said James glumly.

"And if I'm not Head Boy," warned the peaky looking boy.

"Yeah, Remus becoming Head Boy is real important," teased James's best friend.

"Oh shut up, I have a reputation to live up to," Remus fired back.

And Dumbledore's words seemed to be true. Despite the dark mood and sadness that hovered over everyone, life went on.

A/N: I know that was short. I'll make the rest much much MUCH longer, but this was a kind of Prologue, so thanks for reading! Fave/follow and see you next time! XO thatpotterfan