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A/N: This fanfic is from Andromedas point of view after she has found out that she is expecting Nymphadora during the end of her final year at Hogwarts and she is thinking of Ted who she believes she has lost. Short fic, it began as something completely different.
In the Sunrise
The sky is a canvas and behind the treetops of the forbidden forest it is painted with the pink tinge of the sunrise. Day approaches and while the rest of the world is illuminated the great lake turns to darkness. Its deep waters will be midnight and stars will shimmer as the sun kisses its surface. The grass is fresh and the dewdrops shine like diamonds, a blinding light which one is drawn to. Mist rises and blurs the trees, swirling between trunks as it escapes from the dawn, concealed by the canopy.
Morning has always been like this, just as I have always watched the shadows fade while I am shrouded in a golden warmth that floods our dormitory from the window on which I sit. I have always loved the birth of day, when in brief moments my sorrow is forgotten.
I watched it with him once, a morning when I did not need the suns glow to nurture me. It was his light which nourished me and from it I blossomed. He was my summer in the winters freeze, the northern star which guided me.
Hope dies in an instant, yet love suffers long before it finds its peace. My sister warned me and in doing so has stolen my joy for the reality I've attempted to distance myself from is my most loyal follower. To love him is outlawed for his kind are tainted. I would forsake the purity of those who gave me life for him but my sacrifice is worth nothing for I am bound to them with chains that even death will not shatter.
My family have not scarred me because the wounds they have gorged will never heal. They feared disgrace if I gave my life for him, they have ripped me from his arms to save themselves. They do not know of the pain I am still to cause them, what they believe is truely impure grows inside me.
He is my love, my saviour and even in the blackness I remember when he first kissed me, under the rosebushes, where fairies danced...alike my heart.
In the sunrise time is still, and my memories can visit me before the wind takes them, leaves silhouetted against the sky, now an ocean I am lost within, clouds washing upon the horizon, the heavens shore stained with blood.