Well I know I should be working on my other stories for you. My lovelies, but I wrote this today at school and I thought I'd post it. I hope to post a new chapter for WNW soon for those of you interested, so look out for that. And a shout out here to my friend Mckayla (pretty sure that how you spell her name) who wanted a copy of this and inadvertently gave me the motivation to type it up and post it. In case anyone was wondering the prompt was Lost. (That's the actual prompt, not that I lost the prompt.)
Lost, I am lost in the darkness. Inky, silky blackness envelopes my frame. Hands that are not mine drag against my skin pulling me deeper. There's something, someone I've forgotten. I can't remember. I see a flash of tanned skin, a lock of wild amber curls, a sliver of cool cognac eyes. Love. The word whips through my head. I start to remember.
H – Our first Date
E – Long days spent sitting in the shade near a lake
R – Hours spent in the library cramming for the latest test as she laughs at my expense
M – Our first kiss
I – Waking up in the infirmary to see her sitting beside me
O – Fighting with tweedle-dumb and tweedle-dumber because she refuses to dump me
N – She-weasel being surprisingly supportive
E –
I feel close to remembering it all when the hands try to pull it all away from me. But my mind is screaming, fighting, refusing to let go. I pull back hard and the hands let. It all comes flooding back.
H – E – R – M – I – O – N – E
My one true love. This I know. This I feel. The darkness releases me and I am pushed back into reality. I look up into the repulsing face of the Dark Lord. But I know I will escape from the home-turned-hell. For her. For Hermione.