Disclaimer:- I do not own Harry Potter
A/N: Thanks to Chole'Remuslpin'Black for reviewing.
So I haven't been on fanfiction for a few years now, and it wasn't until I watched the Hunger Games at the cinema I realised just how much I missed it. So I decided to pop back on, I went browsing through my old stories and realised some where unfinished, and was disappointed in myself for not finishing them, so here goes!
Spring.
Originally spring meant watching the flowers bloom in my mother's garden. The roses, tulips, daffodils and occasionally we'd have sunflowers planted, but there were always special plant pots filled to the brim with Petunia's and Lilies. I always preferred the Petunia's the vibrant purples, the bright fascias and the subtle lavenders.
I'd sit out and read in the garden, on the bright sunny days it would be underneath the tree, that had erupted into a cloud of blossom. When the wind whistled past some would fall into the pages of my novel. It was simply beautiful.
But when I went to Hogwarts it all changed, I never returned during the holidays, Tunie hated me, there was no point. I loved her and ached to see the hatred spread across her face at the mere sight of me.
But the biggest blow was Sev. When he called me a "Mudblood," he became one of them. With my heart ripped to shreds, Spring that once was my favourite season, became the one I despised the most.
A/N: Let me know what you think guys!
