I Won't Forget You
Here I am. Sitting. Thinking. I am SO not good at this. I cannot believe she did this to me. I mean, it was just a little joke. I didn't MEAN to make the kid scream. So maybe I should explain. I'm an angel. And I live in heaven. Obviously. I love to play jokes. I am quite a mischief-maker. So today I played this joke on a kid on earth. Only, it didn't exactly go as planned. The kid screamed, and yelled, and generally scared himself to death. And no, I don't mean that literally. Anyway, when my flower found out she sent to sit down, and think over my life. Just like timeout. Geez, I'm an angel for crying out loud. Angels aren't supposed to be punished. At first I thought she was really mad, but I've known her for long enough that I looked back while heading off to lookout point to sit down. Sure enough, she was trying to fight back a horde of laughter. I smiled happily. Sometimes I think that my real goal in life – or death for that matter – is to make people laugh. So now I sit here. Bored. Yet happy. I look down off the edge of lookout point, and scan the horizon. Though you wouldn't know it to look at me, I'm not just randomly scanning the horizon. I'm looking for someone. And then I see him, and my voice catches in my throat. My son. Left all alone in the world at the age of one, all thanks to evil. I feel like crying, but I can't. Watching the child on the ground takes up too much energy. He'll be going to Hogwarts this year I think happily He'll make friends there. Satisfied that my child is going to go to Hogwarts, have fun, make friends, and torture the Slytherins as well as his father did, I turn my attention elsewhere. Looking around for the others. My friends. I see one. How hard it would be to miss him. There he is, sitting in a cell in Azkaban. As watch I see him turn into a dog, looking just like a grim. Though a human couldn't, I see his pain. I muster up all the happy thoughts I can think, all the wonderful feelings, all the hope, joy and love I can find within my being and pour it into his soul. I'm trying to comfort him, to tell him it'll be okay, and I'm sure it will be. Then I turn to look other places. I can't bear to see such sorrow any longer. But it seems that there is no escaping it. The next friend I see is my wolf friend. I frown deeply. He looks worn and tired. Life was not treating my friends well. It hadn't treated me very well for that matter. Oh well I think one day we'll all be together in heaven. And know my thought turn bitter and upset as I look down on the rat that was once my friend, but was my friend not more. The reason I was dead. The reason the dog was imprisoned. The reason the wolf is alone. The reason the child is friendless and upset. I hate him. More than anything in the world. I turn away from the edge of lookout point. I can watch no longer. I immediately cheer up. I have a wonderful idea for a trick to play, and I feel that I have thought about my life enough. As long as my friends are on the earth I will worry about them. But I will always manage to be the same mischievous me. So I say this to my friends, and hope that somehow they will hear this. I won't forget you.
Disclaimer: Kay, kay, I'll give you a disclaimer. All implied characters (Lily, James, Sirius, Remus, Peter, Harry and kind if Voldemort) belong to the great J.K. ROWLING! I am NOT going into this whole thing about who God and Heaven belong to again, so if you really want to hear the whole "Not sure" disclaimer about it read "There, in Spirit" by me. Come to think of it, read the story even if you don't care who God belongs to. Actually, read all my stories! And review them! Adios!
