I love this. I wrote it as a piece of GCSE coursework and I've adapted it slightly for the HP universe.
Disclaimer: HP aint mine!
It was warm at night, in that place called Hogwarts. It was refreshing after the icy chill of the wind in the day, when the lake would thrash around carelessly and the pines and oaks would hold on to the grass and soil for dear life. But at night all was calm and warm, brilliantly warm, with a light breeze that was so rejuvenating.
I can remember so clearly how the moonlight would lovingly caress the surface of the lake. It was unbelievably beautiful. I would go out through the tall grass in the early morning, when dew was forming, to that lake. I would plant my feet in the wet sand and breathe in deeply, to create more marvellous memories of this glorious place. The scent I inhaled would stay with me forever. It was too amazing to describe.
Once, I took a rowing boat down to the lake. I rowed slowly up one of the many estuaries that would weave in between the mountain range. It was a shame to break the silky surface of the lake, but it was all worth it to further explore the majesty of the land. The narrow pass I travelled down was largely different to the shore I had left. It was dark; so very dark. The quiet which had once been entrancing was now frighteningly eerie. I felt as though the shadows would leap out and claim me, and I would never know the wonders that awaited me. But this fear was childish. All I had to do was tell myself this fact and my fear would disappear. Surely you have had a silly fear, a nightmare that once haunted you? Of course you did.
After a while, I came to a large wood filled with the familiar pines and oaks that I knew from the lake. I was overjoyed to see them. I entered the forest; my feet bare and I knew I was safe. After all, this was still the place that I called home. My feet touched the wet leaves that had fallen for it was autumn, when the leaves were a gorgeously vibrant yellow and orange. The sodden earth felt oddly spectacular with each step. The moonlight came and went as I continued to walk through the forest and the light breeze would make the treetops sway. After a while I came to a clearing with a far narrower stream…
Cautiously, I turned my head from left to right, left to right all the way abnormally cautious, until I was standing just over the water. This stream was not a stream, it was a spring, a deep spring. I stared at my rippled reflection and at the mirrored moon that was forever smiling with it's mouth of craters. At this point I felt compelled to drink the glassy spring water. I knelt down and dipped my hands in the water, then slowly, but surely, I raised the water to my lips and sipped…
The water was so pure, brilliantly pure. I was overcome with euphoria and it felt too good to be real; but it was. I put my cupped hands in the water again and again and again and again. I leant in as far as I could go, until the ball of my nose tapped the surface of the spring. And then, the dirt beneath me gave way and I plunged into the water.
The spring was deeper than I thought, much deeper than I thought. Something pulled me down, something I could not see; the thing I thought was spectacular only moments ago, became horrifying. I gurgled water, thrashing my arms around relentlessly, trying desperately to grab onto the edge in a trivial attempt to save my own life, but the leaves and the wet soil just fluidly spouted through my fingers. I felt helpless and hopeless, like a toddler in the deep end of a swimming pool, but there were no life guards here.
Now I'm in a new place. They call it 'a better place', but I know somewhere better. It saddens me so terribly that I can never go there again.
Good? Tell me.