Falling Is Only the Beginning: A Lovers' Tale

    Have you ever wondered what it would be like to live another life? Or live your life and be something else…like richer or like a princess waiting on her prince? Well she has, she always has; it’s partly why she liked Harry Potter in the first place. To be having her very own prince, but she knew it was all rubbish. She didn’t go to breakfast…she just wasn’t hungry that morning. She stood on the balcony that hung over the grounds. It seemed to be hanging over the lake; she watched as she gazed over the lake.

    The squid played mindlessly under her, or most likely eating. She smiled letting the new day sun hit her face, as shadows around her became less. Her mind wandered away, hoping to be swallowed by the earth. Where she could think, sighing she ran a hand threw her hair. There was no wind today or at least for that minute.

    He looked around hoping to catch a glimpse of that dark red hair. But, no, he spotted only a few others with red hair. They weren’t her; he continued eating deciding he should start on his work so his weekend could be free. When he had started up he noticed that she hadn’t come at all. This made him wonder, as he left the hall, even if he didn’t seem to have a dream last night, could she have been one?

    Great last thing he needed was to have people on his back about a girl who never existed.

    Sighing he carried on towards the library, he was walking his normal speed when he could’ve sworn he saw a red head with dark curls at the bottom run past him quickly. Turning he saw that she had disappeared. Maybe he was losing his mind; he shook his head and treaded up to the library.

    She noticed dark clouds coming from a far, they seemed angry, but something didn’t seem right about them. For one clouds weren’t suppose to be that dark, for two it was coming towards the school much to fast. Running as fast as she could she ran threw the halls, hoping to find a teacher to reassure her it was nothing.

    She ran towards the great hall passing a lot of students, one particular that she could feel haunting something in the back of her memory. But ignoring that, she thundered past hoping to find a familiar face.

    When she did, she wasn’t exactly glad to see it.

    Harry Potter and her tumbled down, she hit her head slightly on the wall. She closed her eyes momentarily trying to ease the pain as she heard a groan from Harry. He looked up at her seemingly dazed, she mumbled a sorry.

    “It's alright, what’s wrong any way? You were running so fast I could’ve sworn that you were running from someone,” he looked at her still a little dazed from the fall.

    She stood very quickly looking around, “Where’s a professor? I need to speak to one of them, any of them!” She couldn’t help but yell. She never felt so terrified and aggravated in her life. Yet she didn’t even know why it was.

    He stood up too, looking at her worriedly, “why? What’s wrong?”

    She bit her lip, the lights went out. Harry had lit his wand and grabbed her arm trying to find a professor with her now.