Disclaimer: I own nothing in relation to Harry Potter, yadda yadda yadda blah blah blah. You know what I'm gonna say anyway.
A/N: This just came to me sometime a couple nights ago and thought, heck why not. It's worth a shot. This is technically the only fic I have posted right now, but it's not even close to my first. I've been writing fics for years. My first ones on here I deleted some time ago though and I'm not posting anymore until I finish them. This one is currently all you see up. I hope you enjoy and the beginning is a bit slow, but live with it. P Oh, and the chapter title means Farewell and Goodbye Dear Life.
Spinning the Hourglass
Chapter One: Adieu et Au Revoir La Chère Vie
I filled my lungs with the cool morning air, breathing it in deeply and slowly exhaling it. A soft smile played on my lips as an overwhelming calm fell over me. I was almost serene. As I walked to the car, I felt as if I were gliding across the rough cement driveway. I slid into the front passenger seat besides my mom and the sound of the car door slamming pierced the quiet morning air and rattled my ear drums. With a dull throb in my head from the harsh noise, I leaned my head against the frigid window and closed my eyes as my head softly vibrated against the slowly warming surface as we made our way to the airport.
We, my mom and I, were moving again. I sometimes love the sense of adventure that comes with moving, but other times it made me sick. I wanted to just settle somewhere for once, but my mom said she loved to travel and just have fun. If only she would listen and think about my needs for once. It's almost always about her. She does work hard and try her best, but sometimes I wonder what it would be like to grow up in one town, in the same house for my entire childhood. I would probably want to move around if I did grow up that way, but it's nice to wonder sometimes.
"Anak, we're here. Time to wake up," the softly accented voice of my mom floated to my ears, alerting me of the fact that I had fallen asleep.
Groggily, I thudded out of the car, almost knocking against another. I softly shut the door and bumped my back against it to shut it without hurting my sensitive ears. My mom called me her precious puppy because of the sensitivity of my nose and ears. My eyesight wasn't too great though. I'm partially near-sighted and sometimes need to wear my glasses in order to read things like the chalk board during class. My mom had already popped the trunk of the car and unloaded most of the bags by the time I had dragged my leaded feet to where she was. When she saw me she shoved the mug of coffee she'd made for me earlier that morning and moved to finish unloading the car.
I gulped down most of the warm liquid by the time we were ready to drag all our stuff to the baggage check-in. Refreshed and awake, I found a way to carry all bags on my person and still have my hands free enough to drag my rolling bags comfortably. I sighed in soft disgust at the familiar feeling of leaving all my past lives behind me as we step over the threshold into the elaborate and large building that was the Roissy-Charles de Gaulle airport of Paris, France.
This was the end of yet another chapter in my life, and the next started the moment I stepped into this building. To think, in only a couple hours, I will be a new resident of England.
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