HP Drabble Series # 11
I discovered the joys of drabbling recently and decided to put them up here for posterity.
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#11 - Prompt Lake. Word count 298
The moon, bright and swollen was perfectly reflected in the black, glass-like surface of the lake. All was peaceful on this balmy summer's night. The scent of honeysuckle and night stock filled the air with an all-pervading flavour that seemed to permeate the soul.
When the rock struck the water, the moon's reflection shattered into a myriad broken pieces.
So beautiful, this night of nights. No hint of the grim foreshadowing that silenced the world with its substance. Nowhere in this perfect scene were the horrors to come even hinted at.
So beautiful, this night of nights.
So ominous.
The ripples ceased and once again the water on the lake became calm and unbroken.
A cloud drifted across the full moon, seemed almost embarrassed to cause such a blight on this perfect night and drifted hurriedly off again.
Perfection restored.
Another rock hit the water.
Harry sat alone at the shoreline, his eyes red and tired from the tears he had shed that afternoon at Dumbledore's funeral. He was not ashamed of his tears. They had been tears for a good man, a man who had become, to all intents and purposes, his father. No, he was not ashamed.
But he was afraid.
The death of Dumbledore, at least in Harry's eyes, signified the beginning of the end. The start of the descent into chaos and anarchy. Dumbledore's death was the rock hitting the lake, sending out repercussion shockwaves that they could only begin to hint at.
So beautiful, this night of nights.
The pressure of the future seemed a burden on Harry's shoulders. So great that he could not possibly bear it alone. Then, as two other, familiar figures sat down beside him, he realised that he would never be alone.
Not whilst he had his friends.