A/N- Wow, I actually wrote something serious! Is that a good or a bad
thing?
I'm so nervous I don't know what to write! (Why am I nervous?!?) Just read it then, okay? *crawls into a corner to hide*
Disclaimer- Contrary to popular belief, I'm not JK Rowling! So I don't own anything that is has to do with Harry Potter. So THERE! *sticks her tongue out at JK Rowling's lawyers*
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A Stroll in the Forest
A single, solitary hooded figure waded through the dense snow. Snowflakes caught on her eyelashes as she struggled on. Her breath rose in cotton ball wisps of white above her, drifting up and evaporating. The maroon cloak she had on seemed to be the only splatter of color in the dark woods. It was getting harder to see in the forbidden forest as it was nearing dusk; only a little light was able to make its way through the thick trees.
Her face was glowing with determination and her nose was a fiery red. It hadn't started to run yet, but she was sure it would. To her surprise her feet kept moving, but being able to feel them was a different matter. She didn't care. She had to keep going and find a way out of the woods.
The wind picked up as the snow started to fall more heavily. Her breathing became faster and shallow. She started to cough, to sputter uncontrollably. After a few moments of deep breaths and stalling the coughing ceased. She continued on.
Her fingers were so numb that she couldn't tell if her wand was still in her hand. Looking down, she saw that it was and tightened her frozen grip on it. The wand brought some sort of relief and sense of comfort to her, although she probably wouldn't be able to use it correctly in the falling snow.
Looking around with her large auburn eyes she saw that she had no idea where she was. That wasn't much of a change, but it was her vigor was wearing away quickly. Having no will to go on, she came to a halt.
Snow drifted all around her, encircling her in its wintry dance. It had already swept her footprints away and caused her to shiver violently. Tears started rolling down the poor girl's face. They immediately chilled and almost iced onto her cheeks. It was now that her nose began to run. It bled a bit, too, due to the lack of humidity. Hope looked dim for her, dimmer than the forest around her.
On the verge of collapse, she spotted another figure coming in her direction. It was fairly tall and dark, but held a faint light near its head. Her eyelids fluttered a bit as she tried to make out who the shape was. It seemed to be searching for something or someone, possibly even for her. Perhaps there was still some hope left.
The figure suddenly veered off in another direction, oblivious to where she was standing. She tried to scream at it, to tell it that she was there, but no voice came out. Panicking, she stumbled toward it, a hoarse whisper for help coming from her chapped lips. The image of the other person was fading quickly into the storm. In an instant she remembered her wand and shot bright blue sparks at the person, draining her of most of her energy.
She couldn't keep her eyes open any longer. They closed heavily and seemed to be frozen shut. She stood like that for a while- all thoughts escaping her mind, all senses paralyzed. She could only hear her heavy breathing and the drumming of her own heart.
Then a warmth came to her, not a complete warmth like a steaming bath, but a faint warmth touching her face. Using quite a bit of effort, her eyelids slowly opened. She was staring up into the deeply surprised face of Professor Snape, his hands around her cheeks.
Uttering a sigh of relief, and once again shutting her eyelids, she dropped into the professor's arms. She was out cold.
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A/N- Please just tell me what you think. Is it good enough to continue? Anyway, please review.
I'm so nervous I don't know what to write! (Why am I nervous?!?) Just read it then, okay? *crawls into a corner to hide*
Disclaimer- Contrary to popular belief, I'm not JK Rowling! So I don't own anything that is has to do with Harry Potter. So THERE! *sticks her tongue out at JK Rowling's lawyers*
--- --- --- --- --- ---
A Stroll in the Forest
A single, solitary hooded figure waded through the dense snow. Snowflakes caught on her eyelashes as she struggled on. Her breath rose in cotton ball wisps of white above her, drifting up and evaporating. The maroon cloak she had on seemed to be the only splatter of color in the dark woods. It was getting harder to see in the forbidden forest as it was nearing dusk; only a little light was able to make its way through the thick trees.
Her face was glowing with determination and her nose was a fiery red. It hadn't started to run yet, but she was sure it would. To her surprise her feet kept moving, but being able to feel them was a different matter. She didn't care. She had to keep going and find a way out of the woods.
The wind picked up as the snow started to fall more heavily. Her breathing became faster and shallow. She started to cough, to sputter uncontrollably. After a few moments of deep breaths and stalling the coughing ceased. She continued on.
Her fingers were so numb that she couldn't tell if her wand was still in her hand. Looking down, she saw that it was and tightened her frozen grip on it. The wand brought some sort of relief and sense of comfort to her, although she probably wouldn't be able to use it correctly in the falling snow.
Looking around with her large auburn eyes she saw that she had no idea where she was. That wasn't much of a change, but it was her vigor was wearing away quickly. Having no will to go on, she came to a halt.
Snow drifted all around her, encircling her in its wintry dance. It had already swept her footprints away and caused her to shiver violently. Tears started rolling down the poor girl's face. They immediately chilled and almost iced onto her cheeks. It was now that her nose began to run. It bled a bit, too, due to the lack of humidity. Hope looked dim for her, dimmer than the forest around her.
On the verge of collapse, she spotted another figure coming in her direction. It was fairly tall and dark, but held a faint light near its head. Her eyelids fluttered a bit as she tried to make out who the shape was. It seemed to be searching for something or someone, possibly even for her. Perhaps there was still some hope left.
The figure suddenly veered off in another direction, oblivious to where she was standing. She tried to scream at it, to tell it that she was there, but no voice came out. Panicking, she stumbled toward it, a hoarse whisper for help coming from her chapped lips. The image of the other person was fading quickly into the storm. In an instant she remembered her wand and shot bright blue sparks at the person, draining her of most of her energy.
She couldn't keep her eyes open any longer. They closed heavily and seemed to be frozen shut. She stood like that for a while- all thoughts escaping her mind, all senses paralyzed. She could only hear her heavy breathing and the drumming of her own heart.
Then a warmth came to her, not a complete warmth like a steaming bath, but a faint warmth touching her face. Using quite a bit of effort, her eyelids slowly opened. She was staring up into the deeply surprised face of Professor Snape, his hands around her cheeks.
Uttering a sigh of relief, and once again shutting her eyelids, she dropped into the professor's arms. She was out cold.
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A/N- Please just tell me what you think. Is it good enough to continue? Anyway, please review.