On the first page of our story
The future seemed so bright
Then this thing turned out so evil
I don't know why I'm still surprised
Even angels have their wicked schemes
And you take that to new extremes
But you'll always be my hero
Even though you've lost your mind
April 12 2013
"Brooklyn, welcome chose a seat wherever. "That is the opening line Grace Haughton always uses the moment she opens her office door at 3:45 on each and every second Friday of the month since February the 8th of this year and see's me in her waiting room reading the exact same worn and weathered April 2008 issue of Star! magazine. I personally don't understand why she says chose a seat wherever, I always chose the seat closest to the door in her sparsely furnished office. I don't think that hypnotists/therapists make that much money since the masses think that hypnotism is complete crap and just between you and me I think it is as well, but there gets to a point where you've talked about a particular subject with the people you know and love too many times but you still need feel the need to discuss it so you go and search out someone else, anyone else really to talk too. "So Brooklyn how are you this week"? The same damn questions if we just skip and get to the good stuff I would appreciate it but she loves her small talk?"I'm fine thanks how are you?" I hate that question with her, most people lie and say fine, allright so far how about you? But not Grace nope Grace always goes into detail and takes up half the session about her no good lying cheating bastard of an ex boyfriend (soon to be taken back and dumped a couple days later) and there she goes, her voice is so monotone I feel the urge to sleep or take a bath and I hate really HATE baths truly I prefer showers in and out quick and easy who in all creations wants to sit in their own dirty water (plus shower va va voom over bath vroom vroom any day right or is that just me), oh wait she seems to be slowing down Hallelujah! Thank you Lord Jesus (insert southern accent back there). "So are you ready to start?" Dear god yes woman I've been ready a while now."Oh yes, I'm ready when you are. "All right lets start-up. Lay back I am going to count backwards from ten and I want you to listen to my voice and we shall start-up where we left off". "Now breathe deeply and relax"." She must be out off her mind saying relax on a topic like this. When we talk about it my breathing speeds up, my foot taps and my arms shake with adrenaline and anxiety. The day is April 31 maybe may 1 of 1998 the days seem to blur together and all I know is that's its one of those two.
"What are you doing Brooklyn?" What am I doing, I'm running. I'm running then I'm diving into the muddy field to avoid being hit, it works 60 percent of the time but sometimes they hit you with whatever sick incantation crosses their minds then I'm pulling myself up then I begin running again, it's a cycle that shall not be ended until I find Bellatrix dear Aunty Bella and why Bellatrix because where Bellatrix is there is Voldemort, and where Voldemort is Harry is. Harry my beloved sweet gentle idiot the very reason I'm in this mess. I convinced him and our entire family to leave all off Britain behind but on the day of our departure, the day we could leave this world behind before we moved on to our future together, right before we boarded he said he couldn't do it and the he had to stay and finish what Dumbledore had started what his parents had stood and were willing to die for. Well I said if he was staying then so was I and that was that.
"What do you smell?" Burning, burning flesh and burning items half of Hogwarts is currently on fire and as a new killing method the Death Eaters have noticed if you set someone on fire they die pretty quick. Burning objects smells bad as it is but burning flesh leaves you with the sickest taste on your tongue and it slowly slithers way down your throat and sticks there.
"What do you hear?" Screaming, crying and laughing. It's the worst combination if you can believe it. It's not the actually sounds themselves but the terror and fear that's behind the cries for dying or missing family members and screams of fury and anger that burns like a thousand suns craving revenge. And the monsters laughing you ask? Filled with such dark and childish glee knowing that they are the musicians playing the terrifying melody that is the soundtrack to this moment.
"What do you see?" I keep looking down to watch my feet fly through the mud but I must against my will look up to make sure I don't crash into anything, but each time I do the scene that my eyes are shown hurts even my heart which has been beaten with war. Its a dance they do they don't notice it but I do, they twirl around each other then they spin, duck and lunge at one another in perfect harmony to a melody only they can hear. Their faces mixed with rage, desperation, glee and fear.
"What do you feel?" I can't answer that one, I truly can't if I open myself up to my emotions I'll only get distracted and waste time which could be better used so for now emotion have to be gone.
So your probably wondering what in the bluest moon is this crazy girl/woman mumbling on about, well I'll tell you but be warned I'm going back to the beginning and its a hell of a long and messed up story. I'm not the good guy, I'm not the bad guy, I'm the person who wants the people I love to survive and the others well I can't worry about them because if you try to save everybody you'll end up saving nobody.
Disclaimer I do not and never have claimed to own the harry potter series and world I only wish to add on my ideas to the great work of one J.K Rowling