~* Caught In The Storm *~
A/N: Hey y'all! I wrote this in the middle of chemistry class, if you have read any of my other stuff.ya know I like to write little out-take type things, but this one came to me when we were studyin' electricity.I hope ya like it!
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"What a beautiful summer day!" an 11-year-old boy thought as he strolled from one street in Little Whinging to another. The boy was short and skinny with messy black hair and amazing green eyes. A lightening bolt scar showed on his forehead. Finally away from his horrible relatives, this boy was able to release his negative feelings and bask in the sun alone. His mind was as clear as the cloudless sky above. He felt calm, content, and safe in the bright sunlight. He slowly began to remember the last time he felt this way.
As he was walking, a large storm cloud floated overhead, in front of the sun and casting a shadowy gloom over him and his surroundings. As the cloud covered the sun, his carefree feelings were replaced with very different emotions. Feelings of discomfort, awareness, and foreboding raced into his mind. He could feel himself sinking deeper and deeper into his memories. Being reminded more and more of what he had once forgotten.
The first flash of lightening and the soft breeze that followed prickled his scar and brought on the feeling that something special to him had been lost. Thunder began to sound like voices, screaming in fear. The next, larger crack of lightening seemed to have a slight green tinge. A larger gust of wind passed and his scar began to throb, with it, the pain of loss.as if he had been ripped from something he loved very much. The thunder turned into a high, harsh, cruel laugh. The wind picked up, blowing him down and the throb in his scar continued to get worse; soon he was blinded by pain as his head felt that it would split. The last, blinding, flash of a perfect bright green lightening bolt hitting at his feet sent him back, back into his past, long forgotten.
Visions flashed in front of his eyes like a silent movie with static filled dialogue. Yelling, screaming, begging, that horrible cackle. Of the words uttered, two were left in this young boy's mind. These words were yelled no less that three times in his memory, followed by a burst of green light, a gust of wind, and horrible physical and emotional pain.
Upon opening his eyes, the young boy found himself on the fluffy lawn of a neighbor in Little Whinging, the sun beating down on his back. His forehead stung with a dull pain, momentarily reminding him of what had just happened. As the latest memory rushed into his head, two words shined above all the rest. While he muttered these words under his breath, small green sparks flew from his fingertips: Avada Kedavera.
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A/N: Well, there ya go.like I said, I hope ya like it and please, tell me what ya think!
Love, Courtney
A/N: Hey y'all! I wrote this in the middle of chemistry class, if you have read any of my other stuff.ya know I like to write little out-take type things, but this one came to me when we were studyin' electricity.I hope ya like it!
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"What a beautiful summer day!" an 11-year-old boy thought as he strolled from one street in Little Whinging to another. The boy was short and skinny with messy black hair and amazing green eyes. A lightening bolt scar showed on his forehead. Finally away from his horrible relatives, this boy was able to release his negative feelings and bask in the sun alone. His mind was as clear as the cloudless sky above. He felt calm, content, and safe in the bright sunlight. He slowly began to remember the last time he felt this way.
As he was walking, a large storm cloud floated overhead, in front of the sun and casting a shadowy gloom over him and his surroundings. As the cloud covered the sun, his carefree feelings were replaced with very different emotions. Feelings of discomfort, awareness, and foreboding raced into his mind. He could feel himself sinking deeper and deeper into his memories. Being reminded more and more of what he had once forgotten.
The first flash of lightening and the soft breeze that followed prickled his scar and brought on the feeling that something special to him had been lost. Thunder began to sound like voices, screaming in fear. The next, larger crack of lightening seemed to have a slight green tinge. A larger gust of wind passed and his scar began to throb, with it, the pain of loss.as if he had been ripped from something he loved very much. The thunder turned into a high, harsh, cruel laugh. The wind picked up, blowing him down and the throb in his scar continued to get worse; soon he was blinded by pain as his head felt that it would split. The last, blinding, flash of a perfect bright green lightening bolt hitting at his feet sent him back, back into his past, long forgotten.
Visions flashed in front of his eyes like a silent movie with static filled dialogue. Yelling, screaming, begging, that horrible cackle. Of the words uttered, two were left in this young boy's mind. These words were yelled no less that three times in his memory, followed by a burst of green light, a gust of wind, and horrible physical and emotional pain.
Upon opening his eyes, the young boy found himself on the fluffy lawn of a neighbor in Little Whinging, the sun beating down on his back. His forehead stung with a dull pain, momentarily reminding him of what had just happened. As the latest memory rushed into his head, two words shined above all the rest. While he muttered these words under his breath, small green sparks flew from his fingertips: Avada Kedavera.
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A/N: Well, there ya go.like I said, I hope ya like it and please, tell me what ya think!
Love, Courtney