N/A hiatus? Writers block? Laziness? Terrible memory? Oh and fire Gosh darn it!
I give very good advice
Yet I very seldom
Follow it.
And personally
If I hadn't met you
I don't think
I even would have
Ended up
In such a state.
And that state
Was
Sneaking out at night
Asking questions
In class
That seemed random
To everyone.
But had secret meaning
And necessary information
To me.
Hiding an
Old piece of parchment
With
Faded Latin
Written
In a thin
Loopy script
Covering most of the page
And
At the bottom
A sketch
Of a large curling wave
Of what looked like fire
With sparks showering down over it
Under my pillow
And in my bag
And my books
And the pockets of my robes.
Though I memorized
It quickly.
I wanted to try it
To be able to do it
And use it
For the same reasons you wanted to
To stand out
Show your power
Show your strength
Your talent
Magical knowledge
And
Ability to more
Than what people thought you could do.
You told me
Exactly those things
That night
When I asked why
You wanted to try it
And
I said I wanted a real answer.
Though that seemed
True enough to you
I knew
Every one knew
The power you had
And though you didn't
Study
And you fooled around
I had no doubt
That when you were older
You would be a great wizard.
And you certainly
Stood out
Plenty.
You were Sirius Black.
We talked only
For a bit more
You had questions too
And you wanted real answers.
I went more in depth
About the danger
The stories
The deaths
The whole time
I thought of you
In every situation.
How Ironic
That must seem to you.
Also I'm sure
The danger I told of
Made it even more attractive
To you
However
I had the parchment now
And
I wanted those things
But for a different reason
Dark Times
Were falling
On us.
It was becoming
More obvious
The grown ups
Couldn't hide it all away.
For much longer.
And In a battle
Protecting me
My family
My friends
Or protecting you
I could use
Magic like that.
Something as far as I knew
Only one other person
Could do.
Then after
A little over
A month
of
Reading
Asking
Making small sparks
And little fires
In the fire place
For the first time
Down at the lake
I tried to create
A sea of fire.
And
As I fell to the ground
With my
Wand hand
Unable to release my wand
My hair charred at the ends
And feeling
Like a large
Snake
Made of coals
Was wrapping around my
Body.
I felt a hand
On my shoulder.
The flames
Had stopped suddenly
And it seemed
Just in time.
Yet it was
As simple
As if someone had walked up
And blown them out.
As I was lifted up.
I just barley heard
A whisper.
The tiniest bit of amusement
In his voice.
"The things one sees on nightly strolls."
N/A As an apology for my hiatus and because I take for ever to get to a point, I didn't want to spilt this chapter, and….yeah! Long-ish not really chapter! And this took foreeevver to think of! Well actually I had the Idea just not a way to put it into words. Oh and free chocolate covered bananas and kiwis to whoever knows the reference in the first lines. Its easier than the last I promise!