guys!

New post. Its been a while.

But this is a Birthday post!!! Im 16 on Sunday (yay!) so i probs wont post untill monday because we are going out to celebrate tomorrow! So this is a teaser to keep you hanging lol.

Hope you out, i myself am freaking out A LOT! because of the possibilities lol




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Tears

It was midnight. An onyx black sky hung over a small muggle village. Although it was late, lights shone from nearly every house and carols could be herd issuing from the village church. One house, however, lay dead and forgotten. No lights lit the windows and a sad kind of haze hung around it. The dead house of Spinners End.

Snape lay motionless in the dark. A single Christmas card clutched, creased and messy, in his pale hand. Sighing, he opened the card and read it for what must have been the hundredth time:

Quote:

Dear Severus,
Happy Christmas!! I hope you get that broomstick you wanted. And guess what?? Mum and Dad said they’d buy me the Snowy Owl!! I thought that was a lost cause!
Enjoy the holidays.
Love,
Lily

He stared at it for a while. But why should he? He was tired of this. He was tired of constantly sinking into deep depressions, lost in the sorrow of memory. She was gone, and there was nothing that would change that. Even if he could it would be pointless. She chose Potter.

He blinked hard. Then, without really thinking about it, he threw the crumbled card into the air and pointed his wand at it. It caught fire, and dropped to the floor.

Regret washed over him as soon as he did this. That was the one thing he had of Lily Evans. And it was gone. Just as she was.

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Harry potter, too, was lying in the dark. The Burrow, however, was far from quiet. Ron was snoring loudly, and Fred and George, who were sharing the room because of Bill and Charlie’s appearance, were murmuring in their sleep. Harry couldn’t understand anything they said, but he was pretty sure he heard the words, “And great big boils,” issuing from George’s sleepy mouth.

Harry, however, was also staring at a crumpled piece of paper. He had kept the note with him at nearly all times. It surprised him that he felt curious about it at all, but he had absolutely no idea who it was from. Why couldn’t they talk to him? It was a mystery.

As he couldn’t sleep and because his brain was hurting from thinking, he got up, tip toed around Fred and Georges sleeping bodies (“”Water bombs!” murmured Fred) and stepped out onto the moonlit landing.

He could hear wailing, and instantly rolled his eyes towards the attic. But as he made his way downstairs to the kitchen for water, he stopped again. The wailing was softer, higher than usual. It couldn’t be the ghoul. It was coming from the door on his left. Harry lingered, not wanting to disturb whoever was in there. But then he heard a voice through the sobs mutter, “Oh God!”

Harry pushed open the bathroom door. Hermione was sat on the side of the bath. Her face and eyes were red, and her hair stuck to her face with tears.

“Hermione?” Said Harry quietly. She looked up, startled.

“Harry,” She sniffed. She put her face to her hands, and sobbed harder than ever. “I’ve...I’ve got to tell you something.”

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