guess what?!!! I dont own Harry Potter!! YAY!
I thought of this in English class the other day...and I liked it..so I'm posting!!! WHOO!! tell me if you dont like it...
Still He Sat.
Three gravestones. Godric's Hollow. A young wizard with glasses.
Still he sat.
In front of the stones marked "James Potter" "Lily Potter" and "Sirius Black"
Still he sat.
There were hoards of people trampling about him, placing flowers haphazardly on the stones of almost forgotten loved ones.
Still he sat.
They paused to look at him, wondering why on earth he was being so down. It was a graveyard, after all.
Still he sat.
There was too much happiness around him for the sorrow he was feeling inside.
Still he sat.
Staring into the stones. He was feeling much too much emotion to try to contain.
Still he sat.
Everyone left the graveyard, it was beginning to get dark.
Still he sat.
He felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up. Mrs. Weasley.
Still he sat.
"It's time to come home, dear." He didn't say a word.
Still he sat.
"Come on now. I've fixed you a nice hot dinner back at the Burrow."
Still he sat.
Harry didn't want to move, didn't want to face life again. Ever.
Still he sat.
Mrs. Weasley gave up. He heard a small pop that told him she'd Apparated.
Still he sat.
It was beginning to grow cold. The night air penetrated into his bones.
Still he sat.
He was shivering relentlessly, freezing on the cold October night. He wrapped his cloak more tightly around himself.
Still he sat.
He had no idea of what time it was, only that it was very late at night.
Still he sat.
His teeth were chattering, he couldn't feel his toes.
Still he sat.
Tears were now silently falling down his face, stinging in the cold.
Still he sat.
Orphaned as ever, before the corpses of his parents and godparent.
Still he sat.
Numbness was now beginning to creep into his brain.
Still he sat.
He couldn't move at all, had he wanted to.
Still he sat.
The sun was beginning to peek over the horizon, bringing light but not warmth.
Still he sat.
People were beginning to come near him again, but Harry didn't notice.
Still he sat.
Hermione came beside him and knelt down, whispering. "Harry...you've been here all night. You must be freezing."
Still he sat.
Unmoving, eyes unfocused and open. He could hear Hermione. He was frozen in his gloom forever. Never to be awoken.
Still he sat.
did you get it? I hope so. Well, please review. I know its not the best thing ive ever done, it got kinda repetative after a while, but tell me what you thought. flames welcome.