J. K. Rowling owns Harry Potter.
Song: Breakaway, by Kelly Clarkson.
Today I make my move.
Today I will be rejected by my own house, and, if I'm lucky, praise by my enemy.
Today is my day. No, today is their day, the day that things will finally change.
I wasn't sure that I would be able to be this brave; that's the Gryffindors' job.
Yet, here I am.
This morning I was dead set in fear and indecision, but not now.
Let's go back to that epiphany-like thing that I had this morning.
I was about to take my morning walk around the Black Lake when I impulsively took my mini wizarding radio with me.
And that made all the difference.
I twisted the tuning dial back and forth, like I do sometimes, and I heard a song with a great beat, so I settled on that station.
I stopped at the edge of the great lake and sat down, dipping my toes in the water.
Could've been a small town, and when the rain would fall down, I'd just stare out my window...
That's when the lyrics started to catch my attention, as I did a lot of staring out windows these days.
Wondering if I would, or even could, grow the strength to change all of this.
Dreaming of what could be, and if I'd end up happy, I would pray...
To be honest, I did pray.
I wasn't exactly sure to whom, but I figured that he muggle's evolution theory would exactly fit in with magic, so why couldn't there be a God?
I had mentioned it once to my parents at dinner; they had thought I was going mad, so I kept it all to myself.
Wanted to belong here, but something felt so wrong here...
Something was wrong.
I didn't believe that the muggle-borns and Gryffindors deserved to be treated like they were.
So I prayed, I could break away,
I spread my wings and I learn how to fly, I'll do what it takes until I touch the sky...
But the thing was, I had no wings.
I recalled reading on a worn, muggle plaque We are all angels with one wing. Only by embracing each other can we fly.
And that's when I changed my mind.
The Slytherins distrusted, even hated each other. They each had a wing but didn't even desire to fly, unless perhaps on a Quidditch broom.
The Gryffindors, they were a family. They could, in a sense, fly.
Make a wih, take a chance, make a change, and break away...
Bravery wasn't just for Gryffindors, I thought rebelliously.
I had the wish, but could I take the chance to change it all?
I wanted to.
Out of the darkness and into the sun, but I won't forget all the ones that I love...
I was determined; at that I wanted to risk it so much that I was nearly shaking, creating ripples in the lake with my feet.
I could, and would, do this.
Take a risk, take a chance, make a change, and break away...