This is the first work that I will publish on , I hope it's not to bad. I'm not a very good writer but the story is hopefully engaging enough. I wrote a song that my protagonist sings in this prologue. I don't own harry potter that credit goes to J.K Rowling.
Flash back/Flashforward
Current moment or present time
Thoughts
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"The lights on me and I can't, the feeling is unlike anything you can imagine. Looking at all those souls there to support me, to hear my creation! To support my dream! It's frightening collided with bliss, the shaking my... my body the energy coursing through my veins. It was my dream to perform. That school held nothing for me. Me leaving could of been done better, it'd be daft of me to think I didn't cause you pain when I left. I don't regret leaving, it's not in me." I poured myself into these words. My heart hammering in my chest, I fear for what's next. The look on the face before me can make or break me. Those warm brown eyes are full of emotion, I suppose mine are as well. I've been told I take after those eyes, those eyes storm before me. It's been year awaiting this moment, I suppose the longest year of my life. Thoughts of the past year shoot through my mind.
Nights have always been my favorite thing. It's at the end of the day, the curtains drawn for a moment before a new scene. I turn my head to peer into the walls that have been my solace these past five years. Four beds each surrounding by personal differences, One neat tidy desk top. Another bed surrounded by chaos, Clothes and belongings strew about. Next to an almost equal twin but slightly neater. My eyes land on my area, bare of my remenience. Bare like the first day we were introduced. The sleeping figures naive to the presence slipping through the window. I decided two months before the end of my 5th year to take a chance and leave it all behind. I prepared for a week and in the middle of the night my life was in my hands. I was a fifteen year old riddled with fear into a new journey. I had my belongings charmed to be able to fit my knapsack. Wand in the sleeve of my maroon knit sweater, my legs clad in high waisted light blue jeans. My Blond hair loose down my collar bone, my grey eyes drowning in the motions. Apparating to the closest apparition point to the airport in the muggle world. For a pureblood I had intensive knowledge of the muggle world. Having people close to me being muggleborn, and my family not holding typical pureblood beliefs. I was bound for the states, specifically the city of New york. The plane ride was long, torture filled. I fell to the ground apparating in an ally. I stood wincing at the scraps on the palms of my hands. The light posts shone the weathered side walks. The sound of traffic is in the distance, I walk out of the ally and start my walk to the airport. It's not a long walk but to me that night it felt like I would never make it. Boarding the plane was the beginning of my dismal mood. Tormented was my mind, ever so filled with what I was leaving behind. Landing in the lincoln airport the sunlight easing my thoughts. Here in the big apple a place where dreams are made amongst it's tattered streets. This was the start of my journey home. Home is a place that makes you safe and happy, it's a place that to some is where family lay. Home for me is what I was about to create, what I was about to delve into. Can you blame me for taking a risk? This was not a decision of impulse, of course I was insane to do what I did. But then again it takes an insane mind to attempt the unthinkable, to scour the unknown and take a chance. The danger's crossed my mind time and time again, I cannot stress how this was not a spur of the moment leap.
I breathed in the polluted air of New York, I won't say it was pretty for what city is. The air denser than that of my previous place of inhabitant. The people crass, haggard, or pompous. Nature has no place in a city like this, it's a place that's far from the green pastures of scotland. Trash litter every which way, it sure was hard to get used to. I did eventually thankfully my mothers hard will I like to think I inherited. That first day I shook with anxiety, I won't lie a part of me wanted to go back. I played my heart out on the corner of Maiden lane that day, I sung and strung the strings of my guitar. I made forty two dollars and sixty seven cents. I used it to rent a room in a dingy motel two blocks away from that spot. I didn't sleep that night, sleep must if evaded me for weeks. Each day I played in different corners, different streets. I meet men in huge wigs impersonating women, I saw from afar a busy broadway night. I found a place where I belonged in a small club courtesy of a drag queen one evening. She heard me strum away and she saw something in me. I must say I did not expect for a six foot tall man in a wig to start my career.
The club was two weeks and a day into my arrival in the big city. The establishment, It was called Lilith's kiss after the owners sister. The club had all sorts of patrons the foot traffic was good during the nights being so close the fifth avenue. I got to play my songs that's what mattered to me the most. Magic was still a part of my life I lived in an abandoned building off in brooklyn that I charmed and warded to keep out of site. I didn't spend to much time there however, most of my time I dedicated to my dream. The club had a sultry feel to it on most nights, they did hold events where it was more of a campy atmosphere with quirky performers and activities. When you entered you were greeted by light grey wooden floors, the lights dimmed through out. The stage sat in the center but to reach the stage you had to climb down a spiral staircase. The room upstairs is were everyone prepared. I won't go into too much unnecessary detail of the looks of the club. On the night that I met my manager claire I sung a song my mother wrote and never finished. It was called " Home".
I never feared the light of day,
I never said Id fly today,
Down this road that mares my life,
Here I go I'm gonna survive,
My soul is my own,
No one holds my oath,
My heart will glide and I will survive,
I'm as tall as a mountain,
I roar with the trees,
Out my lips I scream and I breathe,
My journey is here,
My journey is now,
My feet will not heed,
The dreams are my steed,
I never feared the light of day,
I never said I'd fly today,
Down this road that mares my life,
Here I go I'm gonna survive,
My soul is my own,
No one holds my oath,
My heart will glide and I will survive,
The darkness that seeps in my mind,
Voices of heat that I will subside,
Home is a place that I will create,
Home is a dream that we can't escape,
I wish to belong in world of my own,
Into fruition my land I will go,
I never feared the light of day,
I never said Id fly today,
Down this road that mares my life,
Here I go I'm gonna survive,
My soul is my own,
No one holds my oath,
My heart will glide and I will survive,
The song was not loved by the crowd all that much, in the front seat before my eyes. There she sat, Claire looked into my eyes with such an intense look. It was as if she saw me, she saw into me. That song I chose for the club was more dead than usual. It was far from perfect but she took it in and she drew me in with her honeyed words. I like to think she was sincere, she was the next person to push me further. I will forever be grateful to the people who got me to where I am.
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Thank you for reading, I will be updating this story as frequently as I can. Please leave comments and I'd love some input. :)