This is my first ever fanfiction so it probably won't be the best fanfiction you ever read and it'll probably have quite a few grammatical errors (becasue I can't grammar). At least I tried... kind of.
Disclaimer:Everything in this fanfiction belongs to JK Rowling, which leaves me, myself and I with nothing.
The wind blew in his face sweeping his dark hair aside, revealing a pale, gaunt and weary face of a young boy, about seven or eight. He was sat down on the green grass, looking up towards the small but fascinating flecks of silver that twinkled in the night sky, blissfully unaware of the frail boy and his anguishes. Oh how the boy wished he could be up there in the sky amongst the stars, oblivious to all that was around them. Oblivious to the pain and suffering that came with being human.
He had never imagined it would be like this, dark and cold. But then again, he had never imagined it to begin with. No one thought about death; no one planned for death- especially not eight year old boys. No, eight year old boys were supposed to be playing; they were supposed to have fun. They shouldn't have to think about death and everything that came with it. The boy had realised that death came hand in hand with pain and guilt, so if death came, pain wouldn't be far behind. He had also realised that death was an unstoppable force and that nothing could stop it. Nothing. Not even magic.
You see Theodore Nott had been taught that magic was unbeatable and that anyone with the ability to do magic were superior to those without said abilities. He had believed that anything was possible magic- he had no reason not to- but now he knew that everything had its limits. Even magic. Nothing had been able to save his mother: no potion had worked, no spell had any affect. He realised that maybe witches and wizards weren't so different from muggles. Both were born, both lived and eventually, some sooner than others, they both died. The only difference between the two was that one had a few extra abilities than the other, but in the end did that make a difference? Witches and wizards had no significant advantage over muggles. So what if they could a bit of magic, and if the end result was the same for both them, then did it truly matter how they got there?
The sole heir of the Nott fortune had slowly drifted off to sleep, his mind temporarily free of any burden. Death was a difficult ordeal for many adults and it was something that a young, innocent child should certainly never have to face. But such was the way of the world, it didn't care about what should and shouldn't happened and as result those living in it had to face the consequences for a problem they never caused. But if the world was free of darkness would there could true happiness exist?
The stars looked down at the sleeping figure of the young boy, who was filled with so much pain,doubt and anger, lying on the wet grass and seemed to grow brighter. For the stars knew that without darkness there wouldn't be any light and without pain there wouldn't be any true happiness and joy. The stars knew those who were truly happy would be able to find the light even in the darkest of times because they knew that all clouds had a silver lining no matter how big the storm was, and those willing to seek the silver lining would always find it. It may take a day, a few weeks, months, or in young Theodore's case several years to find it. But those who were brave enough to step away from the clutches of the darkness would always find light, even if it came from the most unexpected of places.
If you enjoyed this please let me know if I should bother continuing with this and please do let me know how I can improve this.
I've also cross posted this on wattpad (username: TheDamFries) so you can check that version out if you want (it's almost identical except it has a slightly longer description).