Disclaimer: Harry Potter belong to J.K. Rowling. The idea behind of this tale however belongs to moi.
When the Bell Tolls
Prologue: Six Feet Underwater
Two weeks of non-stop raining had finally ceased, no storm clouds—in fact there wasn't even any evidence left of this storm except for the huge mud puddles that were left. The sun was just barely rising over the horizon, the orange, pink and purple were already turning to that nice blue you'd see when you looked up in the sky. The morning birds were chirping their song, crows cawed their daily creepy morning ritual even if it was a nice day. The students and professors all lay on their perspective beds, glad it was Saturday and not Monday.
No one was awake except for one student who was resting against the walls of the castle a school broom next to him. He made sure that no one knew he was out here early in the morning. Last night during dinner he had left early telling his friends he had unfinished homework to finish (which he did, he was falling behind lately) and wouldn't be back telling them to join him later when they were all finished with their dinner. As soon as he had gotten inside the dormitory he had called an elf and told it that he needed two extra pillows and made it promise not to tell anyone until the day after tomorrow. He charmed the pillow to move slowly up and down and put a cover over it making look as though he were sleeping under it, placed a note there saying that he had finished it and decided to go to sleep early. He spent the night in the Room of Requirement until it was 5:30 and left with a broom in hand that he had stolen from earlier before.
He got on the broom and hovered a little before taking off up, up, up, up…until he was sure that he was sure that he was 500m in the sky. This is what he wanted. To see the beautiful horizon in the early morning sunrise, and the fluttering trees beneath him. The bird calls now seemed so distant. The suns' glare caught his eyes, he let go.
He didn't attempt to reach for the broom. He watched as the broom remained suspended in the sky above him for a few seconds, but those few second were enough for the broom to become a mere speck in the sky. The broom wobbled before joining his fall, the boys eyes spotted, no air reached his longs…he was falling too quickly for any to reach him.
A splash echoed.
A flock of crows and birds flew away cawing and chirping away.
The shimmering of the sun's light reflects off the waters surface. Slowly, almost as though time has slowed down just for him. He floats back up to surface. His body feels like a thousand needles have pierced his skin, his skin is probably red from the chill of the water and the impact. His eyes widen, the broom is falling handle first. A pain so intense in his lower abdomen, for a moment he thinks he's back at home instead of here his safe haven.
There's a stillness in the air.
An hour, two pass, before a friend of the student notices his apparent disappearance.
Fifteen more pass before a Slytherin first year goes wandering off to the Great Lake and screams. Her scream echoes alarming two professor taking a morning walk before breakfast begins.
The girl is pale, she can only stare frozen at the washed up corpse.
"Merlin..." the girls voice hitches as she turns to look at the two professors who where already within eyes sight of the prone form, "Harry Potter."
A/N: The idea popped into my head sometime ago and I decided what the hell might as well post it up before it drives me crazy for not doing anything and letting it waste away in my mind. Anyways review and tell me what you think, critics are welcome. ^-^