Although I had never regretted my path, it was hard. The wizerding world was falling apart at the seams. All of my hopes and dreams seemed to be going too. My simplistic view was broadened; the cruel streak that ran through each human was brought to the surface. I saw the horror worse then most. After leaving Hogwarts, I was trusted into the front lines of a war where neither side was truly innocent. Men were sent to their deaths while others went freely. The end result was still the same, death.
I tried to hide, to run. To build walls to protect myself. I was drowning in all this despair and the resistant to Voldemort was running thin. It was like an upward struggle and as soon as we gained ground, the wind came and knocked us down. Tensions were high,
with morale low. Brother was turning against brother; through all this I was screaming, screaming for someone to save me, to catch me again, to not let me see anymore, for it all to stop. Then someone did, James saved me again, he showed me that even in all of this there could still be love and I was happy with him shrouded in warmth.
But life was getting hard for him too, he was a high target. He took out to many important death eaters, and was tipped as Dumbledore protégée. Soon, he was running more then he was fighting. That killed him on the inside. Clouds were coving the sun that was warming my skin. The night sky would not come to comfort me. Storm clouds were a constant, there was no peace.
James and I held on, but it was like clinging to an inch long branch in a storming river and we were swept away. The battle was raging on around us and then I saw him again. He wasn't as I had remembered him, he was death eater. Blood stained his skin and death surrounded him. He was a killer. He begged me for a chance; I could see the suckers trying to claw at me, to feed off of me. I searched for the light in my night sky, but still the empty pits remained while the thunder bellowed overhead.
There was no beauty for me to behold. No peace to comfort me. His words were piercing my skin and chocking me, the strength was leaving me. His lips attacked mine and I struggled, I was screaming and he was begging, crying. Then James saved me again, and I could breathe. James cursed him back and whisked me away. But the cold was still settled on my skin and I yearned for light. A little ray came through. His touch was fighting over the cold, his lips returning my strength that I had lost. When it was all over the light remained. I slept peacefully in his arms with a smile gracing my face. Content, for the first time in ages, I had my day light back.