The Love of Winter
Chapter 1
As she opened her lips to sigh, a small fog escaped them into the cold, winter air. The biting breeze felt wonderful against her skin.
She was taking a break from her books and had wanted to step outside for a moment to get a breath of fresh air. Goosebumps rose up when the breeze picked up a tad bit, swirling snow mingled with the freshly falling snowflakes.
She adored the cold, its stabbing fingers always greeted her, stealing what little warmth her body created. Preferring the welcoming coldness over a fire any day, she walked further out, coming toe-to-toe to the shore line of the now semi-frozen lake.
Breathing in deeply, the cold air clawed at the insides of her lungs making her cough and shudder afterwards. She could feel blood rushing to her face trying to keep it warm from the wind lightly scraping its fingernails against her cheeks and nose.
She loved the cold:
Loved the feeling of when the winter air caressed her face as if was her lover,
Loved the fact that this season was harsher than the others,
Loved that there were no sounds except the whispers of quiet breaths from wind,
She loved it because it made her feel alive.
A/N: This chapter is the winter before the last battle, the rest is post-war. My first H.P. fanfic. The poem above is mine and so is this story. I have an interesting plot for this little story of mine and I hope you will enjoy what I have planned. I am 99% sure no one has wrote what I have I'm planning to surprise you with. The plot many have used before, but I am altering it of course.