Prologue: Welcome…
A/N: Well this story is the result of a lazy afternoon during music class, while me and my friend were making fun of school, people, and I was discussing my theories of what the evil teachers were planning to do to us next year, while talking about who would fit the Harry Potter characters the most. So on this story is based on my evil school life combined with my conspiracy theories, I'm guessing it should be interesting. So enjoy tout le monde.
Disclaimer: Okay! (takes a breather) I know how to do this, just let me recollect my thoughts here. Okay! Well, I'm trying to attempt another story here hopefully after two years of being in Ms. Wittlin's class will have improved my writing, I hope (although my grammar probably hasn't). Well, this is the prologue to my story the title will change as I forgot what I was suppose to name it. As you have read from the summary this story deals with an advanced wizarding race that enters into Hogwarts. However, prologues are supposed to be short so just read and review… I do not own the H.P. characters although I do own everyone in here that is not included in the books along with the plot and all the theories mentioned in the story. Merci pour votre temps.
"Love, in all its fragile forms, is one of the most powerful, enduring forces that brings the real meaning to our everyday lives… but the love I mean is the fire that burns inside us all, the inner warmth that prevents our souls from freezing the winters of despair"
I wish I could believe in the words of others, your words or even the words of my mind that strive for one thing and that is the acceptance, the one day that you will finally accept me. But what can I do, to me words are deceitful, I believe that they are the main source of my pain for I can never really express what is in mind or my heart. I know that I may be sounding clichéd but I cannot help the way I feel, I have never been good with words and it may seem to you a complete waste of time, writing using the very same words that I view as false-hearted, but it helps me to relieve the burden of my tension.
Recollections of my memories on paper help to create a sense of organization within my mind and to help ease out the pain knowing that I am able to express my emotions to someone. You the reader share with me, my most intimate secrets one that I cannot say for fear of loss and pain. This on going journal is becoming a relief of tension that has previously destroyed me and even if the scrapes of the wounds do not heal and become a burden for which I no longer can carry, they the living will have my memories. To one person I leave these to and that his him, the one who makes me feel light headed yet the same being who has the power to annihilate me with a word, a glace or even a touch. I know that he does not feel the same emotion when he chooses to let his thoughts, on the rare occasion, to drift to me. He has said it once that he may he does not love me to the extent that I love him. I suppose he is just trying to protect me from the harsh realities of his life and it is his choice let me be a part of his life and to make a place, even an insignificant place in his heart. I cannot force it upon anyone to love me, but at times I wish that he did really love me and that he would support me, maybe even let me know in a small way that he cares.
When a person ceases to be, all you will have are memories and one who does not care to forge them with another will come to live with regret for the rest of their lives, until they so graciously on their death bed admit the torment that could not share with anyone. I do not wish that upon anyone I merely speak the truth, maybe my story will not affect you so and you will continue on to live the blissful life that you are currently enslaved in. But art and beauty are all lies and they only make us realize the truth. That is why I have decided to share my memories, observations and experiences with you the reader so you will not suffer from endless torment after my movement from your heart to the outside. I leave you with this… "Friendship often ends in love, but love in friendship never." If you agree with me then I urge to continue and ravish your soul with my torment, and in an attempt to escape your reality and into mine, to make your problems seem, well I cannot say for I do not know about your problems and they may be worse than mines but you may temporarily forget yours or stop now and close the journal and let it be…