(All rights belong to J.K. Rowling and any company affiliated with the Harry Potter franchise, I am not making any claim of owning it and this story is a figment of my imagination. Any similarity found with any other published work is entirely coincendental. Meant to be enjoyed and not intended for any other purpose.)
Chapter 1
I awaken. It is yesterday, today, and tomorrow again, a reminder of what happened recently, yet long ago. I blink and blankly recall what has happened. Where is my life and I ask not knowing if it was in my broken mind or the world. I remember and feel the shout, wind, and loss. The cackle, violence, and release. My mouth dries and I erase my vision, to fly and be free from the reminder, forget. Yet, I couldn't and inside my heart, or what some would say what was left of it, I wouldn't.
An introduction would not be kind and you would look upon with that disgusting emotion called pity. You wouldn't recognize me and why would you when I haven't since that day and days since then. I feel empty. When was that day? Why didn't I stop-what happened?
It's another time when I recollect myself. And another when I feel again. Many more when I see what's happening. Why I escaped? Why would you, anyone ask that? Don't you see what I see? I see change and yet not any. This existence is tiring and nothing was left. I did what I did and that's when you thought you saw what I did wrong. And that's when anyone who would be locked up like me would realize that it's never about their pain because those against you would cause yours, but never theirs. Enough, what am I saying, I don't need you. You made me FORGET.