This is my second Fic on FF . net. I just thought of this idea and desided to share it with you.
Disclaimer - I do not own any of the character. They belong to J.K. Rowling
First of three
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She sat alone at the lakes edge
She sat alone at the lakes edge. It was two thirty in the morning. She was crying. She sighed deeply and looked up at the half moon that was shining its bright silver light; breaking the darkness the sparkling stars did not in the mid-winter sky. She shivered. She knew she couldn't sit outside alone all night, like she had done before. No one ever knew that she sat here, not even her best friend. She always sat in the same spot. Always alone.
But tonight she was not alone.
She was being watched by a pair of wide hazel eyes.
She turned when she heard movement in the forest nearby. This was why she shouldn't sit there alone all night. The forest was full of dangerous creatures, which could easily harm her. She had to make a decision, and fast.
But before she could decide, the creature that was watching her moved again. This time the noise was louder. It was coming closer. She was frozen still.
The noise had turned out to be the sound of light pattering hooves. A beautiful black stag had left the forest and was cantering slowly towards her. No longer afraid, she rose and walked slowly towards it.
She had never seen an animal as large as this up so close before. He has large bright hazel eyes which looked oddly familiar. She raised a hand to his dark fur and ran a hand though it. It was rough. He stood at almost a foot taller than she was, and that did not include the long antlers which twisted and turned up into the night sky, making the magnificent beast even look taller.
She looked up into the familiar eyes, and noticed something she didn't think she would see. Not only her own startled refection; but something else. She couldn't help but think that he cared for her. With eyes that a close friend, or parent may use to look at someone they truly cared for.
He laid down on the ground so that she wouldn't have to stand, she held on tightly around his neck; and continued to cry into is shoulder.
He only had one thought: I feel like the luckiest person in the world.
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Thanks for reading. I know that was very short but it seemed like a good place to stop. Please Review and Read my other fiction: When the Marauders met the High Inquisitor.