Well, this is my 1st fanfic and im not gonna give anything away so hope you enjoy it.
(Disclaimer thing: I don't own any Harry Potter stuff)
The grounds stretched out before him, an eerie blue under the orb floating amongst the wisps of grey shifting and stirring in the breeze. He stared out at the world that had become utterly insignificant in the past hour. He lifted his hand and without looking down, pressed it over the lit wick of the candle on the sill. The flame ripped up his arm and he pressed harder glaring out at the stars.
He lifted his hand and examined the palm; the surface in bubbles like boiling water caught in time and covered in wax, becoming stiffer by the second. He let it sit a moment before thinking scourgify then episkey. The bubbles disappeared but the pain throbbed in his chest. He knew it wasn't from the candle.