Fairy Tale Ending
Just like every good song must end, so must true love. It was said to be a fairy tale ending. It was said that it would have gone on forever. But when a will is strong, as strong as the love it self, those sayings are no more. When the stars that once glistened in the evening sky are dull, so is the love that sparked them. My name is Susan Bones, and this is my tale. My tale of true love. My tale of sorrow, and will power. And the one person who can ruin true love. And loves first kiss.
It all started that first day of year six at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I had just gotten off the Hogwarts express, and stepped onto the platform. I was adjusting my robes, when the crowd parted. It seems very tacky, I know, but it happened all the same. And there he was. The one person who could solve all of my problems, all of my worries. Seamus Finnigan. His dark was flying in the wind, as I imagine mine was also. He was talking to his friends, Neville Longbottom, and Dean Thomas. The three boys shared a dormitory. He must of sensed my glance, for he looked back. He smiled. That smile melted my heart. I tried t smile back, but found myself in too much shock. I quickly turned my head to see if there was some one behind me that he might be smiling at. No one was there. No doubt about it, Seamus Finningan was smiling at me!
I quickly moved towards him, wanting to hold him in my arms. Wanting to smell his hair. But the crowd was getting thicker, and I was jostled. I lost him in the crowd. I broke down. No, I didn't cry, but I did loose my mind. Not straight away. However, I would spend quite a few weeks in the hospital wing, screaming in the night, and crying in the day. Not knowing what I was doing.
I managed to get a carriage, and headed to the castle, for the sixth time in my life. I sighed as I took in the musty scent of the old carriages. I sat on the worn cushions. My friend, Hannah Potter, sat down with me. I grinned as we began to spill our summer stories to each other. I learned that her cat, Misty, had died, and that her mother had decided to get her an owl, instead. She reached down, and pulled out a tiny barn owl. It was sleeping, its head resting under it's wing. It's body was slowly rising and falling as it slept.
"Her name is Morgan, after Morgan Le Fay." she told me. Morgan Le Fay was the one person that we enjoyed learning about in the History of Magic class. When the words escaped her mouth, the owl stirred, it knew it's name.
"She's beautiful!" I whispered hoarsely. I have always loved owls. They fascinate me. But this one was particularly wonderful. The instant I saw her, I wanted her. But she was something that I could not have. Like Seamus.
Why, you may ask. Way can't I have Seamus? Because. He has a girlfriend. My best friend, Hannah Potter. And I hated her for it. Everything about her seemed perfect. She even had a brother, for a few brief weeks. She killed him. Harry Potter, The Boy-Who-Lived. I am an only child. With no significant beauty. Why would someone like Seamus ever want to be with some one like me? I will tell you the only reason why. If his girlfriend cheated on him. Nothing can compare to the passion that Hannah and Seamus felt for each other. There was no way that Seamus would even consider being my boyfriend. Right?
Wrong. This is my story.
A/n: hey people! This is the sequel to Hannah's Misery. I would suggest reading that before reading this. It might clarify things....like Hannah Potter. So...I hope that you like this. It won't be as interesting, at least I don't think so. Probably some twists and turns, but not as many. Enjoy!
~Shadun
Just like every good song must end, so must true love. It was said to be a fairy tale ending. It was said that it would have gone on forever. But when a will is strong, as strong as the love it self, those sayings are no more. When the stars that once glistened in the evening sky are dull, so is the love that sparked them. My name is Susan Bones, and this is my tale. My tale of true love. My tale of sorrow, and will power. And the one person who can ruin true love. And loves first kiss.
It all started that first day of year six at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I had just gotten off the Hogwarts express, and stepped onto the platform. I was adjusting my robes, when the crowd parted. It seems very tacky, I know, but it happened all the same. And there he was. The one person who could solve all of my problems, all of my worries. Seamus Finnigan. His dark was flying in the wind, as I imagine mine was also. He was talking to his friends, Neville Longbottom, and Dean Thomas. The three boys shared a dormitory. He must of sensed my glance, for he looked back. He smiled. That smile melted my heart. I tried t smile back, but found myself in too much shock. I quickly turned my head to see if there was some one behind me that he might be smiling at. No one was there. No doubt about it, Seamus Finningan was smiling at me!
I quickly moved towards him, wanting to hold him in my arms. Wanting to smell his hair. But the crowd was getting thicker, and I was jostled. I lost him in the crowd. I broke down. No, I didn't cry, but I did loose my mind. Not straight away. However, I would spend quite a few weeks in the hospital wing, screaming in the night, and crying in the day. Not knowing what I was doing.
I managed to get a carriage, and headed to the castle, for the sixth time in my life. I sighed as I took in the musty scent of the old carriages. I sat on the worn cushions. My friend, Hannah Potter, sat down with me. I grinned as we began to spill our summer stories to each other. I learned that her cat, Misty, had died, and that her mother had decided to get her an owl, instead. She reached down, and pulled out a tiny barn owl. It was sleeping, its head resting under it's wing. It's body was slowly rising and falling as it slept.
"Her name is Morgan, after Morgan Le Fay." she told me. Morgan Le Fay was the one person that we enjoyed learning about in the History of Magic class. When the words escaped her mouth, the owl stirred, it knew it's name.
"She's beautiful!" I whispered hoarsely. I have always loved owls. They fascinate me. But this one was particularly wonderful. The instant I saw her, I wanted her. But she was something that I could not have. Like Seamus.
Why, you may ask. Way can't I have Seamus? Because. He has a girlfriend. My best friend, Hannah Potter. And I hated her for it. Everything about her seemed perfect. She even had a brother, for a few brief weeks. She killed him. Harry Potter, The Boy-Who-Lived. I am an only child. With no significant beauty. Why would someone like Seamus ever want to be with some one like me? I will tell you the only reason why. If his girlfriend cheated on him. Nothing can compare to the passion that Hannah and Seamus felt for each other. There was no way that Seamus would even consider being my boyfriend. Right?
Wrong. This is my story.
A/n: hey people! This is the sequel to Hannah's Misery. I would suggest reading that before reading this. It might clarify things....like Hannah Potter. So...I hope that you like this. It won't be as interesting, at least I don't think so. Probably some twists and turns, but not as many. Enjoy!
~Shadun