Disclaimer thingy: alright so this is to J.K. or W.B. or whomever owns the
poor Harry Potter, please sue me for enjoying you characters and thinking
about them enough to write stories about them. Oh and try and sue me, #1 I
have no money deal with someone else on the site, and #2 you'd get thrown
out of court. So if you want to be made fun of for suing a poor nice, young
girl, do it I dare you.
(A/N guess who it is I bet you don't know, pleaz r/r!!!)
I remember it like it was yesterday, but it has been so long since it actually happened. It's mostly colours and strange shapes - no solid pictures. I dream about it sometimes, even though I can't remember it all. In the dreams (nightmares, really) it's mostly colors, like red and green, and there are shapes, too, and small gestures. The strangest thing is, I can recite most if not all of the words that were spoken then. They run though my mind all day, like a record that won't stop playing. I can remember the way things smelled that day, and the way they felt against my skin. But I don't think I'll ever know the order everything happened in. I mean, people have told me how they think it happened. but it just doesn't seem right to me. I've written it all down, in thousands of different orders, in many languages, just to try and get it right, but it never is. Others have also written it down, though it is their own take on what happened. I know it is a very important day, but in my mind it's just not right. It led to all this - this death, this hate, this war. Pain is known more than happiness now. But there is a reason that we all got on that field that day, and why the others got on the same field. I know we did it for good. I know it sounds all cheesy and movie-like, but in the end that's why we did it. It was strange though, it was a nice day; no rain, no clouds, just a light wind that cooled the sprits of everyone. My people (well they aren't really my people, I just call them that) are fighting for the same reason I am, but they can never be my people. I don't really want them to be my people anyway; they can be their own. They don't really have to fight for the same reason as me. They don't have to lead. I do. They also don't have to be haunted everyday and every night by this memory. this nightmare.
(A/N guess who it is I bet you don't know, pleaz r/r!!!)
I remember it like it was yesterday, but it has been so long since it actually happened. It's mostly colours and strange shapes - no solid pictures. I dream about it sometimes, even though I can't remember it all. In the dreams (nightmares, really) it's mostly colors, like red and green, and there are shapes, too, and small gestures. The strangest thing is, I can recite most if not all of the words that were spoken then. They run though my mind all day, like a record that won't stop playing. I can remember the way things smelled that day, and the way they felt against my skin. But I don't think I'll ever know the order everything happened in. I mean, people have told me how they think it happened. but it just doesn't seem right to me. I've written it all down, in thousands of different orders, in many languages, just to try and get it right, but it never is. Others have also written it down, though it is their own take on what happened. I know it is a very important day, but in my mind it's just not right. It led to all this - this death, this hate, this war. Pain is known more than happiness now. But there is a reason that we all got on that field that day, and why the others got on the same field. I know we did it for good. I know it sounds all cheesy and movie-like, but in the end that's why we did it. It was strange though, it was a nice day; no rain, no clouds, just a light wind that cooled the sprits of everyone. My people (well they aren't really my people, I just call them that) are fighting for the same reason I am, but they can never be my people. I don't really want them to be my people anyway; they can be their own. They don't really have to fight for the same reason as me. They don't have to lead. I do. They also don't have to be haunted everyday and every night by this memory. this nightmare.