Lemon
Neville Longbottom
The lowering morning sky was perse and on the back of the zephyr that was caressing him as he wept as though his heart would break was the invigorating scent of rain. In the street were puddles that he wished he could step into and be transported to another world, a world where he was free from the evil that was rampaging through the land. He thought this as he knelt on the pavement in front of the charred rubble that had once been St. Mungo's and silently said good-bye to his father and mother for the very last time.
Au Revoir