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Chapter One: Oblivion - the condition or state of being forgotten or unknown
The sun shines through a bedroom window, illuminating the form of a sleeping teenager about to be woken. The teenager yawns and with a big sigh wakes up. As the teenager realizes that today is the day to return to Hogwarts...
What a perfect day to return to Hogwarts! The sun is shining, the sky is cloudless, and today is a perfect day for flying, driving, and going back to Hogwarts! I remember each and every first day of the term as if it was yesterday! Perhaps, out of them all, I remember the most about the first day of my first year. I wonder, is it because it was my first day to experience magic for the next seven years or was it the fact that I fell in love at the same time. I guess both would be a sufficient enough answer.
Love was the magic I first experienced because how else would my heart, mind, and soul all have stopped their attentions to focus on an eleven year old that strolled ahead of me. I doubt if I've ever fallen in life before, but tripping over my luggage was probably the best thing that happened right then in there as I also fell in love. You turned around to see what the noise was about and seemed to give me no care in the world. Yet, as if by magic you turned around and helped me up. The warmth all over my body as your hand and my hand intertwined truly lit the twinkle in my eye as well as yours. It's probably me just commenting on this as I am now in my seventh year, but I'm sure we felt something that day. We felt right together, in merely 5 seconds, my heart was yours.
I'm not sure whether it was your attractiveness as an 11 year old, the aura of friendliness as you helped me up, or the fact that our hands fit together that I became interested in you. Still my interest was hesitant because I didn't know anything about you. That one thought brought my perfect moment down in an instant. What if I found out that everything about you was against everything I was taught? I'd always dreamed of falling in love, although it didn't seem like I cared. I mean what kind of 11 year old dreamt about the future, a family, or anything beyond the frivolities of life.
I think it was the fact that I admired my parents so much or the fact that my parents weren't in love enough. It was a combination as my parents, yes, they loved each other, but somehow it was lost between them and me.
Maybe I pictured both you and me holding hands, kissing, with our left hands intertwined creating two rainbows as the light hit our hands. I had seemed to forget that even if we were wearing our wedding rings on our left hands, we couldn't possibly be walking in the same direction if our left hands were together.
How could I be thinking of so much in such a small amount of time? I guess it was the magic involved of stopping or slowing time itself for I saw it myself. As you turned to leave, I felt myself scrambling to present myself in a better manner while also trying to memorize every single detail about how you looked. We were the same height, as most eleven year olds are and you wore nice clothes, but I guess everyone did dress their best on their first days. I saw how your hair was like your parents, so unique in its own way that made it entirely different from the rest of the first years at Hogwarts. I remembered how I gazed into your eyes and saw myself in them, already a clue that you had every single part of me in your grasp. Love, as I now know and as I remember, is quite different from what I have learned through the years.
I'm not sure what I know about love except for the fact that I love you and most likely every feature of your body, but shouldn't love be more than that?
As I am now seventeen years old, I find that as most seventeen year olds, I notice physical attributes more than anything else because teenagers are often driven by hormones. How you have always looked so attractive baffles me, yet it brings me to a smile as most likely I enjoy watching you. There is both love and lust in my heart.
Which is which? If it weren't the fact that I knew your favorite color, knew your typical breakfast, lunch, and dinner, knew your little habits of scrunching up your face if you were baffled, which was so rare that I would almost think it was nonexistent, I wouldn't know that I loved you. That, however, is not the case.
I can just picture your face at any instant in the day, and somehow it brightens up my face no matter how bad real life is at that time. That just shows even in the tiniest detail that I do love you, but do you regard me in the same manner?
I know you don't like me right now, more simply, you would rather not be near me, but it is all right because as long as I can love you, I'm sure I'll be fine. There is both Love and Lust in my heart. What about obsession? I'm not sure how to describe obsession as a valid in-between of love and lust because it all depends.
I guess you would think of an obsession as something that is detrimental to a person's well being. But, isn't the worst thing that one can feel a broken heart? An unrequited love?
I think it's a mix for me because although I do know every single piece of clothing that you have through observation, I am still quite unaware to the mysteries of your life. What makes the clock tick in your mind and above all else, what is your opinion of me? I call myself a hopeless romantic not as a bad thing like labeling myself as an incompetent fool. Maybe that is what I am, but it's not what I mean to be. I'm hopeless in that whatever happens I doubt very much that we will end up together. Haha! If that were only the case! I do have hope that you will like me in return, but my feelings at this point are just the epitome of a romantic. Everything I do, I do for you. I'm not sure I quite know how deep I feel for you because how do you know the joys of victory if you've never lost?
Back to the topic of love, lust, and obsession, I'm not quite sure how it all fits. There is no one definition of love although I wish there was so I could tell if you loved me in return. I could tell that if I was obsessing, then it wasn't with the best intentions of love. If I had a definition of love I could tell that if it was just lust, then I might not have to be so different toward you then I am everyone else. I remember the first day we met and I don't think I will ever forget.
A/N: So, how was it? I know it was kind of short, but my other chapters will be much longer! I write in my Xanga every day and I write at least 1000 words there on my muse for this story. Love is in the air! It is the month of February. My other story is on hiatus, but I always have time for love ;). So please, read and review! Thanks ;).