As I fell out of my gaze of memories, I saw my father's eyes following my
vision.
When are paths entwined to meet his wand, the man's face froze.
The expression of alarm, caught for only a moment, then was gone; as
though someone had lit a fire beside a pile of cold, damp snow.
It seemed to scatter, first a ragged breath, then a hand to rub the
worried eyes.
I bit the inside of my cheek and bowed my head, stopping myself from asking the questions that walked my mind. "Well, here you go, put these on and come on down for breakfast..." He talked hastily, as though he thought he could fill the silence that had moments ago staled the air.
I gave him a smile as he walked out the door. Then my mask returned, as though a change in weather, from sunny and playful to raining and fearful.
As I slipped the clothes on I thought, ' I had excepted my new world so easily, and my protective barrier had almost crumbled, with only a few pebbles still scattered about. That was a mistake which I needed to fix. I had to build that wall once again, till I am sure of their trust.' I heard the voice echo in my mind, almost with regret; however I quickly pulled my mind from it's persuasive soothing words.
Slowly, I arose and walked out the dark wood door only to be met with hallways that seemed not to end. I walked, in vain, finding no noise, a voice, a sound; I even scanned the walls for a sign. After a moment of turning in circles I sighed and fell against a wall. The texture was cold, as though the walls were made of ice. I held my knees for warmth. I did, after all, not expect any one to come for me.
"Hey, Harry." I looked up, and was met with a pair of eyes the color of a sea. The green seemed to swirl with the blue, and with the eyes came a smiling face. I recalled a line, with such fiction as, "the eyes are an window to the soul", then this man would be the proof of that tale. They seemed to open a world, new to me, full of laughter, smiles and happiness.
He stepped from the hallway; his face became more visible as the shadows were lifted. "You got lost, right?" he talked as though he had met me, as though I were a friend he saw every day. I stared at him and slowly nodded. Was he tricking me? Was he expecting me to fall for it? Did he think I had no practice in this?
With my eyes locked on his face, I watched as his steps slowly came closer.
"Come on, this way." He looked to me for a response. Not getting one, he turned and led me out of this dreadful tunnel.
"You know, I get lost too, that's why I keep a map!" he laughed as he spoke. "What do you do when you get lost?"
He seemed to be trying to start a conversation. "I find my way out," I answered, hoping that now he had heard my voice and now he would stop trying so hard with such frivolous questions. He didn't answer, so I made a sneak to turn the tables.
"Who are you, sir?" I asked, turning on my polite voice; one I was sure I had mastered after its many uses. He looked as though he were not expecting that question. "I'm Sirus Black, your godfather" he spoke the last part with pride, not skipping a beat in his footing.
"I don't have a godfather" I answered, my tone, now, too a mask.
"Sure you do, kido," the man said bending down and looking in my eyes, he seemed to flinch as he stared into the pools of green, as many do. I turned to my right and passed by him.
"No I don't, if I did I would not have been sent to my aunt's and uncle's". The man's feet took a few wide steps to catch up to my small ones. "I know, however there was danger in us staying together. Therefore, Dumbledore promised your parents he would put you somewhere safe. He did not tell them where, nor who......." his voice trailed off as though a memory had slipped through his hand and now he stood staring at the floor as though a puddle of that memory lay there, and out of his reach.
"I think, sir, we have reached a fork in the road. Which do we take?"
I bit the inside of my cheek and bowed my head, stopping myself from asking the questions that walked my mind. "Well, here you go, put these on and come on down for breakfast..." He talked hastily, as though he thought he could fill the silence that had moments ago staled the air.
I gave him a smile as he walked out the door. Then my mask returned, as though a change in weather, from sunny and playful to raining and fearful.
As I slipped the clothes on I thought, ' I had excepted my new world so easily, and my protective barrier had almost crumbled, with only a few pebbles still scattered about. That was a mistake which I needed to fix. I had to build that wall once again, till I am sure of their trust.' I heard the voice echo in my mind, almost with regret; however I quickly pulled my mind from it's persuasive soothing words.
Slowly, I arose and walked out the dark wood door only to be met with hallways that seemed not to end. I walked, in vain, finding no noise, a voice, a sound; I even scanned the walls for a sign. After a moment of turning in circles I sighed and fell against a wall. The texture was cold, as though the walls were made of ice. I held my knees for warmth. I did, after all, not expect any one to come for me.
"Hey, Harry." I looked up, and was met with a pair of eyes the color of a sea. The green seemed to swirl with the blue, and with the eyes came a smiling face. I recalled a line, with such fiction as, "the eyes are an window to the soul", then this man would be the proof of that tale. They seemed to open a world, new to me, full of laughter, smiles and happiness.
He stepped from the hallway; his face became more visible as the shadows were lifted. "You got lost, right?" he talked as though he had met me, as though I were a friend he saw every day. I stared at him and slowly nodded. Was he tricking me? Was he expecting me to fall for it? Did he think I had no practice in this?
With my eyes locked on his face, I watched as his steps slowly came closer.
"Come on, this way." He looked to me for a response. Not getting one, he turned and led me out of this dreadful tunnel.
"You know, I get lost too, that's why I keep a map!" he laughed as he spoke. "What do you do when you get lost?"
He seemed to be trying to start a conversation. "I find my way out," I answered, hoping that now he had heard my voice and now he would stop trying so hard with such frivolous questions. He didn't answer, so I made a sneak to turn the tables.
"Who are you, sir?" I asked, turning on my polite voice; one I was sure I had mastered after its many uses. He looked as though he were not expecting that question. "I'm Sirus Black, your godfather" he spoke the last part with pride, not skipping a beat in his footing.
"I don't have a godfather" I answered, my tone, now, too a mask.
"Sure you do, kido," the man said bending down and looking in my eyes, he seemed to flinch as he stared into the pools of green, as many do. I turned to my right and passed by him.
"No I don't, if I did I would not have been sent to my aunt's and uncle's". The man's feet took a few wide steps to catch up to my small ones. "I know, however there was danger in us staying together. Therefore, Dumbledore promised your parents he would put you somewhere safe. He did not tell them where, nor who......." his voice trailed off as though a memory had slipped through his hand and now he stood staring at the floor as though a puddle of that memory lay there, and out of his reach.
"I think, sir, we have reached a fork in the road. Which do we take?"