Bored.
I stare into space,
Trying to envision something new...
Something different from the homework I attack I every night and never seem to vanquish... Somehow a stack of waiting papers is more traumatic than a dementor lifting it's hood to administer it's fateful kiss. In, fact a dementor would be welcome, at least I would rejoice in a cell in Azkaban knowing that it is all real even if I can never be apart of it... and I would know that the boy who lived actually lived, and I could envision his hand on mine, warm and alive. The hand that had held a wand and made it work magic, had helped Lockheart address his fan mail, had pulled mandrakes up from the ground by their leafy green tops, and had held the Triwizard cup as it transported him and Cedric to witness to Dark Lord's rebirth. Blood of the enemy, forcibly taken, had trickled down that arm, brought back the dark lord, only to be conquered again. Sometime, not now. Now was between Harry and I. One treasured moment. So real I could reach out and touch his cheek, sweep his unruly hair out of his crystal clear, piercing, perfect green eyes. Looking into mine. And know that he was real as his kiss melted on my lips. All over in a rush and as we slowly pulled apart, I opened my eyes to see in front of me a pile of waiting papers, and I know that the best moment of my life was merely a dream.
But who says that dreams never come true...
I stare into space,
Trying to envision something new...
Something different from the homework I attack I every night and never seem to vanquish... Somehow a stack of waiting papers is more traumatic than a dementor lifting it's hood to administer it's fateful kiss. In, fact a dementor would be welcome, at least I would rejoice in a cell in Azkaban knowing that it is all real even if I can never be apart of it... and I would know that the boy who lived actually lived, and I could envision his hand on mine, warm and alive. The hand that had held a wand and made it work magic, had helped Lockheart address his fan mail, had pulled mandrakes up from the ground by their leafy green tops, and had held the Triwizard cup as it transported him and Cedric to witness to Dark Lord's rebirth. Blood of the enemy, forcibly taken, had trickled down that arm, brought back the dark lord, only to be conquered again. Sometime, not now. Now was between Harry and I. One treasured moment. So real I could reach out and touch his cheek, sweep his unruly hair out of his crystal clear, piercing, perfect green eyes. Looking into mine. And know that he was real as his kiss melted on my lips. All over in a rush and as we slowly pulled apart, I opened my eyes to see in front of me a pile of waiting papers, and I know that the best moment of my life was merely a dream.
But who says that dreams never come true...