Harder To Breathe
By Samantha Turner
Chapter Seven
I glared furiously around the large room that would be mine for the summer. I dropped my backpack on the bed, and studied my surroundings.
I have to admit, Snape has good taste. The whole manor had a gothicy feel to it. Everything was whitish gray marble, the ceilings were high and nicely curved, and it seemed that all the furniture was floating above the ground.
I sighed once more, and stepped down the couple of steps that led up to my bed, and made my way to the window.
I drew apart the black velvet curtains, and peered down at the grounds. I watched geese drift lazily over the lake. Pink blossoms from the many cherry trees fell gracefully onto the waters clear surface. I let out a battered sigh. I felt the familiar ache of loneliness start up in the pit of my stomach.
It was still hard to believe what had happened to me. In just a month, I was left parentless, and in the beautiful yet lonely feeling house of the one Professor I despised the most. It was even harder to believe, that Voldermort, the one whose name was feared by many, was obsessed with me.
I felt the tears prick at the corners of my eyes. I had cried so much lately, that it was a wonder there were any left. In the past couple of weeks I had realized, that when someone dies, you cry. You cry for them. You cry for happy times, you cry for bad times. You cry for words never spoken, and you cry for the harsh ones that were.
But mostly, you cry for yourself.
So I sat there that day, in the fading glow of the sunlight, and I cried for my Mother. But mostly, I cried for me, and the things I knew would soon come to pass.
!Finished!