Dancing in the Moonlight
By Ashley
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter; I'm just playing in the sandbox.
When I can't sleep I like to explore. Before my mother died I remember sneaking into my parent's bedroom and waking her so she could come with me. We would walk for miles, through the woods and around the river. We danced in the moonlight and imagined that we saw blibbering humdingers in every shadow. I'm older now, and some things have changed, but my midnight excursions never will. As I twirl around and around underneath the stars, or dance barefoot in the forest, I imagine that my mother is looking down on me. I like to think she's dancing too.