Halloween
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, JK Rowling does. (If JK Rowling ever reads this, and feels like giving me the rights to Harry Potter, PM ME IMMEDIATELY YOUR GRANDNESS.)
AN: I would've felt like a failure if I didn't do a Halloween fic. Sorry guys, I'm too tired to spot any errors. But hey, enjoy!
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It was traumatic, watching people who loved you die.
Who you, given time, could admit you loved back.
(She was like a blood angel, her hair red and skin white and her voice was her song)
The smell wouldn't come out of the home, you leave, behind the memories, missing the scent of him, of her, of the child, of you.
(He was like a hurricane, eyes crinkling and flying and dancing and cooking and beaming)
So, you can't be blamed, when you run towards the scent of the them, the first scent of them you smell in so many long, long years, and maybe you're disorientated, maybe it's the madness, but you may, maybe hit the wrong child.
Maybe.
But, at the end of the day, it was a good person to hit, a good choice, but...
Crookshanks still hated Halloween.
(Because it took away the angel woman and the hurricane man and they couldn't be replaced, not even by the lightning boy and the doe eyed girl)