Declaimer: I own nothing; it all belongs to the wonderful J.K. Rowling. I do kinda own Natalya/Nellie, and various other made up characters, but they are all for the sole purpose of my enjoyment.
Please feel free to review, however please don't completely crush my hopes and dreams for this story. This is just the creation of my imagination and was written for the enjoyment of writing it…and then re-reading it over and over and over again.
WARNING: there is slash in this story so if you don't like that then continue reading with great caution.
Great thanks for Proudmudblood42 for editing this!
Hope you enjoy!
Prologue:
Rain dripped from the sky, sliding down the back of his neck, but the boy did not notice. His eyes were fixed on the figure before him. Mud squished under his new, black leather boots, ruining them, but for once he did not care.
He trod through the rows of headstones, never taking his eyes off the girl ahead of him. After what seemed like an eternity of walking, she was merely feet before him. He took in the sight of her; her dark hair that lay in soft waves down her back, the way that her black cloak fell down her back and gathered perfectly at her feet. Most of all he watched the white flakes as they settled on her lovely curls. Flakes? The boy looked up and noticed it was snowing, the powdery whiteness already covering the tops of the tombs.
He knelt down and tapped this girl lightly on the shoulder. She stood slowly and he stood up with her. As she turned around the boy felt hope shoot through his heart- she was alive. Her face was beautiful and the boy smiled at the thought of them being together again. He slowly reached for her hand to entwine his fingers in hers. His fingers brushed against her skin and goose bumps ran up his arm. Something was wrong. Her skin was cold, her touch like ice. He looked up into her face with shock. She was smiling, but her teeth were horrible yellowed fangs, stained with blood. He gaped at her.
"What?" she asked. "You forget...I'm dead". Then she laughed; cold, high, and cruel. She stopped suddenly and stepped closer to him. "and you will join me." she hissed. She grabbed him with iron hands, placing a hand on his chest, right where his heart was. Icy fingers seemed to encircle his heart, strangling it. His vision became blurred, black spots dancing before his eyes.
"I have seen your heart" she whispered, so close he could feel her breath. "and it tis mine." Then the hands closed even tighter, trying to wrench his heart from his chest.
"And you WILL die."