The Trial
I looked straight ahead, this was it, the moment my life ended. Dementors swirled above my head ready to administer the kiss as soon as the word was given. My silky platinum blond hair fell into my eyes disheveled, I longed to tidy it but the thick metal cuffs kept my hands firmly at my sides. This was the end, I would never see the sky again, those beautiful white clouds or my future. But I guess there was no future for a death eater like me.
That mark on my arm, that ever so harmful tattoo, the one that ruined my life. They said you had to want to get it for the magic to work, but I knew that was't true, that was just a sick story told by old moldywarts himself to promote unity in his followers. I didn't want it, but it still marred my skin.
Leaving this world wasn't so bad when you have nothing to leave behind, and I had nothing, well thats what I told myself when the thoughts of a chocolate eyed bushy haired girl who captured my heart and promptly stomped all over my beliefs made her way into my head.
Ironically death by dementor doesn't hurt that much when you only have one happy memory, Of a brown eyed bushy haired girl. Se
