A/N HIGH ON STRAWBERRY LOLLY..NOT A GOOD THING...WRITING FANFIC...NOT A GOOD THING....THE TWO PUT TOGETHER =VERY BAD THING...A POEM? I DON'T KNOW...MAYBE WHEN I COME OFF THE HIGH...WHAT DO THEY PUT IN THESE LOLLIES? HMMM... AVERY TWISTED HARRY POTTER STORY BY YOURS TRULY
Harry stared out of the window. He wasn't sure where he was. Somewhere. Somewhere with a window. A window looking onto a graveyard.
Harry was scared. He'd never been scared of many things, living with the Dursley's was such a traumatizing experience in itself that he wasn't very worried by anything usually.
But he had always been scared of graveyards.
Suddenly, Harry was no longer looking out on the graveyard, he was inside. The cobblestone path beneath his feet. The autumn leaves were blowing in the wind. Sweeping him along with them, blowing him away, towards the center of the graveyard.
There it put him down gently in front of two headstones. One was plain, nearly pure white, only green a bit from the moss growing on it.
This one was a double grave; the headstone read:
POTTER, LILY AND JAMES
1963-1982
It said nothing more. Absolutely nothing. No tribute to their memory. This made HArry want to be angry but he was far to tired to be angry.
He looked at the tomb next to it. This headstone read:
HARRY POTTER
1981-
He couldn't read the last number. He couldn't read it. Then he realized that was because he wasn't dead yet. But why was it there?
He walked a little farther until he came to a pool.
A pool of deep, dark cool water...
How he'd love to get in and lie there for eternity...
And so he slowly lowered his body in...
And sank beneath...
The cool water surrounded him, it numbed his senses. He saw a stag running towards him. Instantly, it was no longer a stag, but a man, his father.
Lily and James both stood in a doorway. The old oaken door, swung open on its hinges as they beckoned him inside. They did not speak, they had no need to.
He followed them unbidden through the passage; without once thinking twice or looking back.
And suddenly the second date on the headstone became clear
Harry stared out of the window. He wasn't sure where he was. Somewhere. Somewhere with a window. A window looking onto a graveyard.
Harry was scared. He'd never been scared of many things, living with the Dursley's was such a traumatizing experience in itself that he wasn't very worried by anything usually.
But he had always been scared of graveyards.
Suddenly, Harry was no longer looking out on the graveyard, he was inside. The cobblestone path beneath his feet. The autumn leaves were blowing in the wind. Sweeping him along with them, blowing him away, towards the center of the graveyard.
There it put him down gently in front of two headstones. One was plain, nearly pure white, only green a bit from the moss growing on it.
This one was a double grave; the headstone read:
POTTER, LILY AND JAMES
1963-1982
It said nothing more. Absolutely nothing. No tribute to their memory. This made HArry want to be angry but he was far to tired to be angry.
He looked at the tomb next to it. This headstone read:
HARRY POTTER
1981-
He couldn't read the last number. He couldn't read it. Then he realized that was because he wasn't dead yet. But why was it there?
He walked a little farther until he came to a pool.
A pool of deep, dark cool water...
How he'd love to get in and lie there for eternity...
And so he slowly lowered his body in...
And sank beneath...
The cool water surrounded him, it numbed his senses. He saw a stag running towards him. Instantly, it was no longer a stag, but a man, his father.
Lily and James both stood in a doorway. The old oaken door, swung open on its hinges as they beckoned him inside. They did not speak, they had no need to.
He followed them unbidden through the passage; without once thinking twice or looking back.
And suddenly the second date on the headstone became clear