A oneshot. I do not own Harry Potter nor am I JK Rowling.
A small boy warily watched the storm grow outside the school window. He still had to walk home. But that was in an hour, maybe the storm would blow over. But he should of known better. The wind blew hard at his small body as he stepped out of the building. Children ran to parents, seeking cover and protection. He picked up his pack that he had deposited at his feet and slung it over his shoulder. He walked out of the parking lot, away from the protection of school and into the storm.
Wind whipped around him, soaking him with it's tears. His clothes were reduced to wet rags, clinging to his small figure like a life-line. FLASH! CRASH! The boy jumped, eyes wide in fright as the storm caught up with him. He heard children scream from the school and the houses around him. He quickened his pace, terrified of his surroundings. Doors slammed as people rushed into their houses, taking refuge from the storm, ignoring the small child walking down the sidewalk. Another crash and the boy was running.
FLASH! KABOOM! Eyes closed, the boy made a wrong turn that went unnoticed in his terror. More streets that were unfamiliar passed by as he ran. When the boy stopped, he looked around, confusion and fear flashing across his face. He was lost in a storm. Liquid streamed down his face, tears and rain mixing together. He screamed as the ground shook as the next crash of thunder let itself be known. Falling, he looked up at the sky, hoping to see the suns glow to show he wasn't alone, but his gaze met nothing but darkness. He shakily stood, only to hit the ground again, convulsions shaking his body as sparks flew in and out of his body. He lay unconscious, occasionally twitching as his heart tried to restart itself. Minutes passed, and the body seemed to be getting up, but still remained laying on the ground. The young boy stood up, not realizing that his body was being left behind. He looked around, a strange calmness coming to him in the storm. At the end of the road, a light grew, and two grown people stepped out.
A man with messy hair and a woman with kind green eyes. He could see their smile even from the distance he was at. The couple each reached a hand, an arm outward, inviting the boy to join them. Smiling, he ran towards them, hugging the woman as she scooped him up. Together, the family left, leaving nothing but a broken body behind on the sidewalk in the eye of the storm.
R&R please. I originally wanted to write a poem...but I'm not that good at poems. So I wrote this instead.