I only own my OC, Harry Potter is J.K Rowling's masterpiece.
Response and thoughts
Regular
Flashback/flash forward
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" The desire to know your own soul will end other desires? What does that even mean?"
At the sound of the voice behind me I jump, This redhead sure knows how to try my nerves.
It was the end of class, potions to be exact. I have a love hate relationship with the subject. I'm neither good or bad at it, I'm not like my mother. She was second to the well known golden girl Mrs. Granger, my father was known for his infamous failures as the course was to taxing on his nerves. My mother tutored my father, their story is one for another time. What I do love is the smile that spreads over him when he retells the ballad that is The Blood traitor and the pure princess. That's the name I gave it which my father thinks is corny but I love the name.
" I'm not sure Fred"
" So you just wrote it down intensely might I add and you don't know what it means?" his scoff made me smile
" Well Fred I task you to figure it out, your great at riddles I'm sure you'd find an interpretation."
I pack my things and leave the dungeons, the air around me shifts. I start to get the beats in my step, I can't help it. It might be moronic but I could care less. At times I can't stop the spring in my step it's like a switch in my mood. That switch is flipped by inspiration, by sound.
I decided to skip lunch that day, The day I decided to leave. The notion of leaving only occured to me because I felt lost. I sat by the lake hidden from view and I spoke to myself. Sometimes the greatest friend you can have is yourself. I like to think that everyone talks to themselves, I can't be the weird one out. It started to rain but I warded myself to keep the rain off and stay dry. In my hand I hold a mirror that belonged to my mother, I tend to look at it when conversing with myself. I like to make silly faces while I converse, a tad childish.
" Does it rain inside my space?"
It weeps at the chains clasped around its face
"Will the mirror show my soul?"
Your reflection like the truth is subjective
" Fate sure is fickle"
Life spills and trickles
" Ain't that the truth"
"Shay!" shouts the voice of a woman in a grey blazer and black jeans.
"Five minutes to showtime!"
My heart raced at the count down, I could feel my blood pumping as I hear the screams and lights were flickering on the other side of the coutain, Four months ago this was all just a dream. Four months ago I arrived in new york, strumming on the corner streets.
" Shay, it's showtime!"
My feet carry me to the mic on stage my face was beaming.
" How is everybody doing tonight!"
The response was femnominal.
The rain pouring, it's such a wonderful sound eases the most troubling of things. It tells the story of natures rejuvenation.
If I could breath
The world wouldn't bleed
The tears on my sleeve
And the scars on my check ,
They all tell the same,-thing
" Mother What would say? What would you do if I ran away?" It was a stupid question that made me click. It wasn't supposed to mean anything or lead to anything. I didn't even think when I said it. Even alone I could never speak about the stress of my heart. My heart yearned for someone who may never return the sentiment, why would a man desire a boy. Fibers of my core strum to the beat of my unspoken dream. Heavy on my heart is my father, alone with only me. I wish he would remarry, being the only other Longbottom meant I needed to keep the line going if he never settles down and starts anew.
Words murmur into my ear
Whispers of october the chill is near
Oh tell me , oh tell me baby , tell me that you will never
Never will you hold against me never will you try to go against me
Tell me your here , hold my hand, whisper your tears onto the land
I want to know how I feel, I want to just be able to take what I desire.
" Why shouldn't I ?"
Selfishness bore into me as I felt a surge of excitement at the prospect of shattering the mirror of what was me. To pull out from the ruins the person who looked through the looking glass.
By the lake the fire in me was sparked , it had yet to be a roaring flame. I went to the Gryffindor common room, waiting for me was a scarlet waves.
" I take it you have not the slightest idea as to what time it is?"
Shit I didn't realize how late it was I floated by the perfects surprisingly.
" Your face says it all"
I blink at him
"Idiot"
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