It was dark, the pale moon was high overhead, casting an opalescent glow upon the stretch of land that was a part of Hogwarts grounds. The forest looked old, warily trying to get your attention to the darkest point when you looked at it. It didn't seem like there was any darker color than black.
I took a deep breath as I controlled my heart, whom was beating loudly every second I came closer to the end. The air around me was uncontrolled, trying to keep me away from the end of the tower and it almost knocked the air out of my lungs.
Though, stepping closer to the other end of the tower, it seemed as if the landscape became bigger, and the details were beginning to multiply. There were dim lights, coming from the thousands of stars that shone next to the moon, there were birds that tried to escape from the dark forest, onto their next journey. And while I heard the clock strike past midnight, and looked at the full moon I smiled as I felt the rain began pouring down.
My clothes were drenched in no time, my hair sticked to my face and my make-up surely ran out, but it didn't matter to me anymore. I was all alone, out past curfew, standing in the highest tower of Hogwarts, and I like it.
I liked the freedom it gave me, I liked the way my hair sticked to my face as it rained, it somehow always gave me a feeling of something new, that things were going to change.
As I stepped once more closer, that I was more likely to see the ground before me, I felt the wind tug at my hair more than I expected. Suddenly, as thunder and lightning crossed the air above me, the rain began to pour harder and my sight was blurred, I could only see de outlines of the landscape.
The longer I tried to stay on my spot without moving an inch further towards the edge, the more my mind told me of just letting go.
Somewhere down the road of sitting on the edge, and closing my eyes I felt the air around me freeze my body. I had to admit that this felt way better than I expected it to be, just thinking about what I saw, and not about what I felt. Thinking of that would just make me feel sorry for myself, for all those years I've tried to grieve with whatever I thought was best for me to do, and now, at this point while trying to find the conclusion to it all, I found myself coping with it. Coping instead of grieving.
Tomorrow would be different again, and just like the last couple of weeks I would find myself sitting in the Astronomy Tower, and everything would be okay again.
With that last thought I stood up and walked down the rounded stairs again, up to the Gryffindor common room, where my roommates already slept and where I knew I would find some letters on my bed again.
Tomorrow was going to be exactly the same.
A/N: Everything you recognize in this story is content from J.K. Rowling and Warner Bros Company.
Though everything you don't recognize is mine! :3
Maybe this first chapter isn't exactly to your liking, but I needed to write something that would be explained later on in the story.
Much love,
Mellaa