Harry stood alone. The wind swept through his hair as he looked out over the lake. He couldn't help think how he might never get the chance to feel this calming sensation. The sun glowed a pink orange glow that seemed to bright for Harry but he looked into it anyways. His eyes had dark circles underneath his lids. His face was paler than it usually was and his dark hair made it even worse. But the change that stood out most on Harry was his violent emerald eyes. They no longer shone with the brightness and cheeriness they once held. They were now dark, like someone who had seen way too much in their lifetime. Harry pulled his robes closer to himself as a particular cold blast of wind ruffled them. Harry's mind flitted to an image of his two best friends. How would they take the news?Especially Hermione. Always the worry wort. And Ron. Always the humurous one... but bad news struck him hard. He knew that after the event that was about to happen his life could change in two different ways. He knew it would also effect the people who knew him. Who cared for him. Weeks of training with Dumbledore and the other Order members had prepared him for what was to come but the thought that he might now too little kept nagging him in the back of his brain, like it was teasing him to extent of insanity.
It was getting late and Harry had to tell his friends who sat back in gryffindor common room, laughing together. He took one last peek at the setting sun. Etching it into his brain in case he never sees such a beautiful wonder in his life again, and left the lakeside to enter Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, for what he hoped, was not the last time.