A/N: Hi, guys. So I realised that I haven't written much fanfiction. Okay, so I've barely written any at all. Now, since I've been feeling inspired for quite some time, I thought I'd gift you with some hobby-writing that is extremely sentimental, very bad and probably going to be unloved forever. Either way, I hope you enjoy its pointlessness and actually get through it.
Disclaimer: I really don't own Harry Potter (but if you ever need me, Jo, I'm right here!). Also, thanks to Linkin Park for their music.
Reviews are better than the tears of Voldemort himself.
-Tuskface
Prologue
'Somewhere I belong'
The tension in the circle was tangible. The sketchy, black outlines of the five faces were set in an unsure contrast to the zebra-striped moonlight and the soft movement of the trees. The whites of their eyes glinted maliciously, knife points in the night.
Nobody was moving, mouths zipped closed against the cold weather. It didn't take long before the snow began to fall in large crystalline daggers, floating like feathers. Finally, the boy to her left twitched, just a slight spasm in his fingers. All of the dark orbs settled on that single jerk in the empty silence. Then, all of a sudden, the pressure seemed to be centred, to have found a focus in the leaden air. With an almost shaky breath, teeth sunken deep into her bottom lip, Duncan stepped forward. Her dark brow turned to those now behind her, expectant but at the same time smugly disappointed.
The moment had finally broken, the night was shattering - because this couldn't be it, the edge of the entire world. She had to choose now. Everything was going to change...
...Or would it stay the same?