At times I escape to a place in mind, it's the one place that I feel safe from the world. I don't always go there on purpose but I can't help it when it happens. In my mind I can be who I dreamed I could be. The haze of being in your head most of the time is a blissful feeling, the disconnect from your surroundings. All I hear is the praise of my hard work, I hear the change I've made in people's lives. I can't help the stupid grin that appears on my face, bringing emotion to a yet blank canvas. Have you ever wondered why humans are the way they are, does the truth matter as it's already subjective. The world to misfortune begins with the parting of lips, the release of the uncontrolled tongue.

"Mr. Longbottom! My class is not your bed, yet I need to remind you time and time!"

The voice pierced the bubble which now gone placing me before an angry Professor. I always hated how her voice shrieked as if she's breaking a siren, my classmates turn to look at the interaction. How I hated these situations, people thrive on others discord. Shit I haven't responded I thought, What is there to say she had a point.

" I suppose you haven't realized the futile attempt to reprimand me?"

My professor stares at me in newfound anger.

" Detention , I will not tolerate that kind of disrespect as you should know! How the son of one of our own teacher has this sort of attitude I can't comprehend. Your father I know has taught you not to speak back to your elders!"

Ah, my father once more. Neville Longbottom the proud herbalist who fought alongside the golden trio. My mother how I miss her, She was a malfoy. Odd that a blood traitor and a pureblood bigot get together it's beyond me but it's a story that I love. It shows the possibilities that humans have, the possibility to change.

" I'm sorry mam, I was out of line, I'll serve the detention no complaints."

Trivial was that conversation that day, What my teacher didn't know was that I wouldn't be here to serve that detention but then again neither did I. The halls bustle as I float by, I see two 4th years kissing near the door to the great hall. My mother was a slytherin and my father was a gryffindor. Myself? Well I was a ravenclaw originally but that changed now I adorn the colors my father proudly wore in his school days.

" For someone so smart you sure are an idiot, What have I told you about speaking without thinking?"

I Look up at the redhead that appeared before me, this bastard gets taller everytime I see him I swear. Fred weasley son of George weasley, Fred was my dorm mate. He stood at 5'10 with the famous weasley red hair. Myself 5'2 with the infamous malfoy blonde hair.

" That I should be honest and say what's on my mind as honesty is the best policy?"

Fred snorted but smiled.

" Stop tantalizing your teachers shay"

"I'm not"

"You are"

"How so?"

"Shay stop being a bloody git and listen to me for once!"

Fred was someone that held me down, he had a hand on my soul. I can't help the warmth that spreads through me as I catch a the smell of sandalwood and sun along with what could only be described as Fred. One of the hardest things was to leave him, I don't even know how to face him. How do I face him? Or my father? How do I face everyone I left behind? I must of made myself sick with these thoughts throughout that year.

"Fred I can promise not to but we both know it's an empty pact with no substance"

"Your right, Your to dense to change once you float into that head having you face reality with interest and tact is like asking a chicken to cook it's own egg"

I fell in love with the wind the day I met Fred, I was singing alone at the back of the bookstore not far from the leaky cauldron. He came up to me, I was looking for a book that had sad themes. I wanted inspiration, I wanted to feel the human struggle.

"What you looking for?" He asked as he stood to my right

" Something depressing" I replied

" W-what? Why?" he chuckled I suppose in shock

" For the emotional investment" I looked at him and I didn't think much

"I'm Fred Weasley, you are?"

" Shay Longbottom, a pleasure."

I read my book under the clouds, the wind that day took me to a beautiful place. It's carese on my body illuminating the scape in my mind, it calmed the waves that beat the shoreline enabling me to think. Human should be closer to nature, you find lessons amongst the flowers and bees. To be in touch with the life that surrounds you is a feeling I missed. I didn't have that during my journey.

Fred I'm sorry, Really I am…