Disclaimer; I do not own Harry Potter.
Gone
The veil flutters silently.
Behind it,
The whispers of those gone.
The blackness behind the tattered curtains
Floods my eyes
I cannot move.
I cannot scream.
For behind this veil,
Is my mother,
My father,
And the one person I could ever call my family.
There is a thick wall between our worlds,
Yet the only barrier between our existences
Is this veil.
Gone
Jet black, wet hair is stuck to my forehead.
The sky barrages me with water.
The only light comes from frequent lightning.
Every crack of a twig tenses my body.
The tent should be ahead.
I stop.
A bright green skull floats above the tent,
Illuminating the forest surrounding me.
The flaps are open
Yet I make no effort to go in.
Gone
My own heart pumping is the only thing I hear.
I do not feel the cold on my skin.
I take the faux locket from my pale chest.
All I have left now is my wand
That I drop in the untouched snow.
My pockets fill with stones.
I am at the bank.
I am knee deep with the frigid water.
My mind blocks away all feeling.
My nose fills with icy water.
Up to my eyes.
Now fully submerged.
Under the grasp of the rapid river.
I now can rest forever.
With all the people I have ever known to love.
Gone
