~* A New Life *~
A/N: Hey y'all! Yet another outtake thing and another brainchild straight from the pages of chemistry class.no more info! I just hope ya like it!
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A new day, a new beginning. Peace. The direct opposite of the night before. Early morning fog sitting on the horizon. A 17-year-old sat in the center of a vast field, watching the misty sunrise. As he stared at the sky above, he could not help being slightly amused that God had used his majestic paint brush to splash it with all shades possible of one color.
Bright, beautiful scarlet and crimson flowed over the smooth clouds. A reflection of the field around him.
The others had gone back, but he had stayed behind. He was sitting beside his best friend, watching what had seemed impossible for him to watch the night before, the rise of a new day. He sat, taking in the last few moments of his surreal surroundings and finally sealing his memory.
With the sun fully risen, he stood, nodded a "Good Bye" to his friend and made his way out of the field alone. Walking, he passed many old friends and enemies, but he did not stop. He did not even really see them.
As he reached the edge of the field, he took one last look back at the horrific battle scene. A last glance at the blood of the great witches and wizards splattered over the many acres. The final resting-place for the majority of the lives that molded him into what he was today and for his old life. Leaving his past with the bodies of fallen soldiers, warriors, heroes, and friends.
Harry Potter made his way back to camp, ready to begin his new life. A life with out Voldemort, a life with out many wonderful people, a life with out one of his best friends, a life as a hero in his own right.
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A/N: Well, there ya go! Tell me, did ya like it? Was it predictable? I'm sooooo curious! I hope ya enjoyed!
Love, Courtney
A/N: Hey y'all! Yet another outtake thing and another brainchild straight from the pages of chemistry class.no more info! I just hope ya like it!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A new day, a new beginning. Peace. The direct opposite of the night before. Early morning fog sitting on the horizon. A 17-year-old sat in the center of a vast field, watching the misty sunrise. As he stared at the sky above, he could not help being slightly amused that God had used his majestic paint brush to splash it with all shades possible of one color.
Bright, beautiful scarlet and crimson flowed over the smooth clouds. A reflection of the field around him.
The others had gone back, but he had stayed behind. He was sitting beside his best friend, watching what had seemed impossible for him to watch the night before, the rise of a new day. He sat, taking in the last few moments of his surreal surroundings and finally sealing his memory.
With the sun fully risen, he stood, nodded a "Good Bye" to his friend and made his way out of the field alone. Walking, he passed many old friends and enemies, but he did not stop. He did not even really see them.
As he reached the edge of the field, he took one last look back at the horrific battle scene. A last glance at the blood of the great witches and wizards splattered over the many acres. The final resting-place for the majority of the lives that molded him into what he was today and for his old life. Leaving his past with the bodies of fallen soldiers, warriors, heroes, and friends.
Harry Potter made his way back to camp, ready to begin his new life. A life with out Voldemort, a life with out many wonderful people, a life with out one of his best friends, a life as a hero in his own right.
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A/N: Well, there ya go! Tell me, did ya like it? Was it predictable? I'm sooooo curious! I hope ya enjoyed!
Love, Courtney