Dislaimer: (I always forget theme!) I don't own Harry Potter... If I did, Fred wouldn't have died... and Hedwig wouldn't of, either!


I was once

a flower.

A beautiful flower,

actually.

But now I am

wilted.

For what flower

can survive without

it's sun, it's rain?

He was my sun

my rain. My reason

for living.

Each of my

once beautiful

petals drooped,

falling off

one

by

one.

With him, I had been

flying.

A high velocity rush to

Earth.

I was in Freefall. And

I loved it. Loved the

adrenaline constantly

coursing through my

veins.

Looking back, I

realize, that it's the

falling that gives you

those amazing roller-coaster rides

that are love.

And you don't realize the danger until you see the ground.

I wasn't afraid, I was

flying, remember? I saw

no ground approaching,

no reason to

be afraid.

Then he died.

He was my wings, without

them, I couldn't

fly. Without them,

I began to

plummet back

to Earth.

I could see the

Earth rush up to

greet me. I want

to scream, but I

can't.

I hit the ground

Hard.

I was

shattered

broken

sore

and

dying.

For what is a bird without its wings?


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