Well the title is mine but the characters are not sadly. I bow to the Queen JK Rowling. You are the best.
People used to say that life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get.
And I have to say that I agree with that statement. At least partly. Kind of.
In my final moments my life resambled an ice cream dessert mostly. A sundae of my own creation.
I couldn't remember any bad moments of my life although I was in an extremely shitty situation. I mean getting killed by Lord Voldemort because your friend betrayed you and your family is pretty nasty death I have to say. It was indeed as eating a sundae at first. You did not pick flavours you didn't like. You also didn't think about upsetting stuff when you were about to die.
When I realised what was happening it was almost as the first spoon of the ice cream eaten to fast. I thought my brain was going to freeze. A terrible pain travelled to the core of my teeth and I couldn't feel the proper flavour. I had to wait before I took the next bite.
Then I shyly took the next spoon but that time a smaller one. My brain was able to analyze my hopeless situation and gave me the chance re-live the best memories. Slowly at the beginning. Small bites. First I remembered people because they hardly can be mistaken. People are probably the most valid points in our lives.
Harry. James. Sirius. Remus. Marlene. Petunia. My parents.
After a while ice cream melted a little bit. Just like memories. I couldn't remember the details or put them in chronological order. In any specific order actually. Hell,
I am not sure which memory popped to my head first at that moment. The flavours created an ice cream mash and everything became more fluid.
I wasn't sure if I was eating strawberry or chocolate with or without the whipped cream. Perhaps all of it. Perhaps none. I really couldn't tell what had happened first.
My wedding, The Prophecy, graduating Hogwarts or giving birth. Well it didn't matter after all.
But I was able to recognize valid points just as I was able to recognize the toppings in my sundae. Strawberry and bannana pieces or sprinkles. I saw it clearly. I didn't know when it happened but I remembered every single word of my marriage vow. Every single deer joke in Sirius' best man speech. Every Harry's smile although I didn't know which one was the first.
And when I took one last bite I wished I hadn't ordered bigger portion.
ravenclawsout is like a pure depression. Don't be like ravenclawsout. Be happy.
Seven evenings with the Blacks still in progress but I have a small writers block. Chapter Three is ready but I still have Chapter Five and Six to write. Plus Epilogue.
Lots of love,
ravenclawsout