I don't own Harry Potter.
I'M NOT ALONE.
The blue sky ran for thousands of miles while the sun warmed the features below it. Not a cloud could be seen.
It isn't suppose to be like this, it's suppose to be raining.
The colourful flowers bloomed wildly, and exotic scents filled the air. It was all a blur to me. People were surrounding me. On my left, on my right.
Yet no one was close enough.
Two beautiful doves fluttered above me, their grace embroidering the sky. It was so peaceful, so calm.
I wanted to scream.
A faint voice echoed through my head. I tore my eyes up from the ground, and saw a distant figure. He was clad in a long, white robe, he was speaking to me. To us. His head was down as he read through a book. My eyes darted back down to the ground.
A breeze brushed against my cheek, I closed my eyes to feel it properly. It was whispering to me. But I couldn't hear it, I didn't want to hear it. My eyes must have been closed for some time, for when I opened them, people were moving. They were leaving.
I felt someone touch my arm, but I didn't move. They left me. I wanted to be left. Soon, it was me, and family. Tall, red-haired figures were standing near me, holding their loved ones closely. I couldn't do that, not anymore.
Eventually, they departed. I didn't want to go. I couldn't bare to be left alone. But I was. All by myself.
I looked up at the sky again, the sun still shone brightly, and there was still not a cloud in sight. It wasn't suppose to be like this.
"I wasn't suppose to be like this" I scream. But, to no-one. I look down again and I'm faced with a field of colour. It's suppose to be black. Black and white.
Standing there, for hours, I finally give in.
And the rain comes.
The sun disappears behind the angry storm clouds, the sky is the way it's suppose to be. Dark.
I drop to the ground, and hold myself. It hurts so much. The tears streaking down my face don't comfort me. I need someone, I need my love.
"Please..come back" I cry. It doesn't do any good. I'm all by myself. My hands move from wrapping around my arms, down to my belly. He didn't even know. He wanted one so much, and I never got the chance to tell him.
"Please Ron.I need you". It's no good. The rain comes down harder, cascading down my back. My head drops as I finally get the chance to cry, heavily. The one time I need him the most, and he got taken from me. The last day of the cold war, and he left me, all alone. My crying halts suddenly as I feel something in my stomach.
The baby is kicking. It comforts me. I tilt my head up, and stare at my husbands grave stone. I can feel the baby moving around inside my bulging belly. I smile as I realise what's happened.
I stand and walk towards the gate of the cemetery, the rain has made the path all wet. I look up into the sky, it's suppose to the other way around.
As I'm walking through the gate, I feel the baby moving again. As always, Ronald is persisting.
He hasn't left, he'll always be with me.
I'm not alone.
I'M NOT ALONE.
The blue sky ran for thousands of miles while the sun warmed the features below it. Not a cloud could be seen.
It isn't suppose to be like this, it's suppose to be raining.
The colourful flowers bloomed wildly, and exotic scents filled the air. It was all a blur to me. People were surrounding me. On my left, on my right.
Yet no one was close enough.
Two beautiful doves fluttered above me, their grace embroidering the sky. It was so peaceful, so calm.
I wanted to scream.
A faint voice echoed through my head. I tore my eyes up from the ground, and saw a distant figure. He was clad in a long, white robe, he was speaking to me. To us. His head was down as he read through a book. My eyes darted back down to the ground.
A breeze brushed against my cheek, I closed my eyes to feel it properly. It was whispering to me. But I couldn't hear it, I didn't want to hear it. My eyes must have been closed for some time, for when I opened them, people were moving. They were leaving.
I felt someone touch my arm, but I didn't move. They left me. I wanted to be left. Soon, it was me, and family. Tall, red-haired figures were standing near me, holding their loved ones closely. I couldn't do that, not anymore.
Eventually, they departed. I didn't want to go. I couldn't bare to be left alone. But I was. All by myself.
I looked up at the sky again, the sun still shone brightly, and there was still not a cloud in sight. It wasn't suppose to be like this.
"I wasn't suppose to be like this" I scream. But, to no-one. I look down again and I'm faced with a field of colour. It's suppose to be black. Black and white.
Standing there, for hours, I finally give in.
And the rain comes.
The sun disappears behind the angry storm clouds, the sky is the way it's suppose to be. Dark.
I drop to the ground, and hold myself. It hurts so much. The tears streaking down my face don't comfort me. I need someone, I need my love.
"Please..come back" I cry. It doesn't do any good. I'm all by myself. My hands move from wrapping around my arms, down to my belly. He didn't even know. He wanted one so much, and I never got the chance to tell him.
"Please Ron.I need you". It's no good. The rain comes down harder, cascading down my back. My head drops as I finally get the chance to cry, heavily. The one time I need him the most, and he got taken from me. The last day of the cold war, and he left me, all alone. My crying halts suddenly as I feel something in my stomach.
The baby is kicking. It comforts me. I tilt my head up, and stare at my husbands grave stone. I can feel the baby moving around inside my bulging belly. I smile as I realise what's happened.
I stand and walk towards the gate of the cemetery, the rain has made the path all wet. I look up into the sky, it's suppose to the other way around.
As I'm walking through the gate, I feel the baby moving again. As always, Ronald is persisting.
He hasn't left, he'll always be with me.
I'm not alone.
