december bells wring like cold steel
Rated K
The sounds of cheer, of joy and love, fill the air, punctuated by the sharp cries of the small children. Happiness swirls inside of everyone, fulfilled even more by the holiday spirit.
It isn't lost on you, the attitudes of the world. You wish you could be like them, carefree, innocent. You can never be innocent.
You remember when you were kids, perusing the shops in Hogsmeade, laughing. You remember the thrill you got from visiting Zonkos. It isn't lost on you, the irony of the situation. Today you end what you once had.
You are bitter, perhaps. Jealous, jealous of the kids who laugh and play here. Because you once had innocence. You once had a spark of life.
He took it away, without even uttering a curse.
No, the irony isn't lost on you.
My first Harry Potter fic. More angsty stuff, but I'm no good at humor.
