Disclaimer: I do not own J.K. Rowling's work.
Prologue:
He couldn't keep his eyes opened. But he had to or he wouldn't be able to finish pulling the weeds out of the garden. « It has to be perfect, you hear me Boy, perfect! »
He liked working outside, when it was warm, with the sun kissing his shoulders. He could daydream as much as he wanted. His favorite was about him and his parents: a cool dad who would always play with him and the nicest mom that would bake the creamiest desserts on earth. They had a dog, very big grey dog. And a cat that liked to cuddle. And a horse for everyone. But he liked the small serpent best because he could talk to it like a friend. They lived in a big house, like a castle. And the best part was when he went to bed, both his parents would kiss his forehead goodnight.
However today, the weather was not on his side, the wind was like ice on his skin, the rain showering him to the bone. That he certainly did not like. He had to be quick for he couldn't enjoy his time alone outside today. He wanted to go back to his room fast. But he kept going. He kept focusing on the weeds, on the dirt behind his nails, the dirt turning into mud and making his arms heavier until the last thing he knew was how earth, the good old smell of earth was cushioning his head and then all he saw was darkness.
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He didn't understand what he smelt, he couldn't describe it but it reminded him of old books. Like when he hided in the old section of the library, surrounded by very ancient books. They had to be old; they were kept together with tape! And no one would search him there; it was the boring part of the library. However there was something more, something spicy or electric in the air… So he opened his eyes.
He couldn't see much also, nothing detailed but there was somebody with him, just right next to him, slowly pushing his wet bangs out of his eyes. He did not know why be he did not feel scared, or not even a little jumpy. Which actually made him suspicious, he did not like people touching him.
Squinting his eyes, he tried to guess who the person was but he could not place it. The shade was tall and svelte. He did not know anyone like that, maybe his aunt but she wouldn't, all but for all the money in the world, touch him like he was precious to her. For that was what he felt with the shade. Surprising him. Precious.
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« BOOOUUUUMMMM »
The small dark haired boy jumped on his feet. His heart thumped, his breathing increased, his eyes looked right and left. Feeling disoriented, he looked at the dark grey sky, or at least tried too, the rain was really distracting when it continually plucked his glasses.
« BOOOUUUUMMMM »
Damn, there was thunder now too! He couldn't believe his luck. He still had, at least, fifteen minutes of work left and he was already completely drenched. Silently fuming in his head, the boy crunched down and, determined to finish early, went back to work.
« I hate thunder… »
Ten minutes later he was finally finished, a little sigh escaped his lips and a small smile curled his lips upwards. It had been a very, very long day. Making breakfast, cleaning-up afterwards, dusting the house, doing the laundry, mowing the lawn and at last pulling out the weeds out of the flower garden. Somehow, feeling like his won something today, the little boy went back inside the house with a smile still on his face. However it disappeared instantly when a high annoying voice screamed at him as he went to his cupboard. A small wet trail shadowing his path.
To be continued ?
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