*Disclaimer* I'm sure you know what I own and what I don't. The creatures
and the characters the places and the people, they all belong to J.K.
Rowling. She's a genius!
Her eyes opened slowly to focus on the scarlet curtains framing her bed. The early morning light peaked through the cracks between the curtains in soft beams. She lay still in bed for a while afraid to break the silence of the misty morning. Finally she rose from her warm sleeping place and pulled back the curtains allowing the world to view her. The three other girls in beds identical to hers slept peacefully. Wrapping herself in the cloak shed left on her trunk the night before, she walked to the balcony doors.
She opened the doors and let them swing in the morning breeze. The morning was moist and gray, as most mornings were. In the distance she could see the six rings on the quidditch field standing tall against the backdrop of the Forbidden Forest.
She breathed deeply allowing the new day to fill her. The soft rustle of the morning animals made her look towards the trees, and just as she turned, what seemed to be a great black winged horse, with eyes that glowed an eerie red burst from the forest.
This animal alone was able to remind her of the nightmare that she'd lived through only two nights ago. The deaths of so many people, she saw them all and did nothing: Because she could do nothing. Their screams as the cloaked man hovered leeringly closer to them haunted her thoughts. She watched from behind: she never saw his face. He blocked the group from view as he took his final step towards them and a sudden flash of green light lifted them into the air and they all dropped limply to the ground as their screams stopped abruptly.
This Memory played like a movie in her mind and she wondered if it would ever go away.
"What are you staring at?" one of the girls asked from behind her as she watched the lurid beast fade into the morning sky. She wouldn't understand; she hasn't seen death. She now knew at least a portion of what Harry was feeling.
Her eyes opened slowly to focus on the scarlet curtains framing her bed. The early morning light peaked through the cracks between the curtains in soft beams. She lay still in bed for a while afraid to break the silence of the misty morning. Finally she rose from her warm sleeping place and pulled back the curtains allowing the world to view her. The three other girls in beds identical to hers slept peacefully. Wrapping herself in the cloak shed left on her trunk the night before, she walked to the balcony doors.
She opened the doors and let them swing in the morning breeze. The morning was moist and gray, as most mornings were. In the distance she could see the six rings on the quidditch field standing tall against the backdrop of the Forbidden Forest.
She breathed deeply allowing the new day to fill her. The soft rustle of the morning animals made her look towards the trees, and just as she turned, what seemed to be a great black winged horse, with eyes that glowed an eerie red burst from the forest.
This animal alone was able to remind her of the nightmare that she'd lived through only two nights ago. The deaths of so many people, she saw them all and did nothing: Because she could do nothing. Their screams as the cloaked man hovered leeringly closer to them haunted her thoughts. She watched from behind: she never saw his face. He blocked the group from view as he took his final step towards them and a sudden flash of green light lifted them into the air and they all dropped limply to the ground as their screams stopped abruptly.
This Memory played like a movie in her mind and she wondered if it would ever go away.
"What are you staring at?" one of the girls asked from behind her as she watched the lurid beast fade into the morning sky. She wouldn't understand; she hasn't seen death. She now knew at least a portion of what Harry was feeling.
