Slytherin Song

I walked down the grounds of the formidable castle as it laid in the wake that was behind me. It looked so haunting, disturbing even, yet I look upon it and call it home. I have never felt a place as haven as this to me. Through the foreboding shadow of the great structure, I walked, leaving me to my thoughts.

I ignored the rustling of grass under me feet as I walked. It was as if all I could do was feel, as if It felt so plush under my shoes I wanted to throw them into the abyss of that lake where the Giant Squid calls to his arms and swims in his own filth. I wanted to feel such delight on my tired feet since my life lacked so much of it. I only wanted happiness for a moment, just to remember how it felt. I wanted to be reminded on how the wind blows through my shirt as if I was not even there. I wanted to feel it embrace me; cradle me in its soft arms until it released me as I fell onto the lush grass. I leaned into the breeze, hoping that its song would hold me like I imagined.

However, it did not. I fell onto the grass as it tickled my neck, as if it wanted to play with me. I lied there while feeling the grass between my fingertips. I breathed the sweetness of the trees. The scents they gave off were astounding. It felt too good to be good. But I held not a care about it. For once, I felt a minor peace with myself that I could embrace and hold onto for a minute moment. But when the breeze disappeared, and when the forest scent could not be smelt, I felt the peace go as fast as it came.

Again, I got up from the soft grass and started to walk. The sun was going to sleep beneath a blanket of clouds that displayed hues of a wonderful lullaby that I wish I could hear. The colors played on the clouds, so freely yet elegantly, enjoying it as they displayed their beauty for the world to see. I watched as the sun slowly descended below the horizon. Yellow turned to orange and the clouds turned pink. Then the horizon became red and the dark side of the clouds turned into a dark blue as if hiding from the sun's own innocence, while one side was blushing from their sister's impurity.

I watched as the sky slowly turned from the light blue from the day, to the black of night. The stars now knew the sun was gone and came out from their sleep as well. Elusive, even though they always come out at the same time and can be easily spotted. But nevertheless, they enjoy a wonderful game of hide-and-go-seek, even though the usually lose.

So I stayed and lied in the grass again as I played with the stars, counting how many times I could spot each of them. I had not a care to go back to the castle anytime soon. Besides, what else is there to do? That is what I asked myself.

But as the stars played on, I heard a melody I couldn't ignore. I thought I could not hear the angels sing, especially when the sun went down. But this was one voice, not a chorus. I did not want to leave the stars for they were so inviting in their game and kept me away from my personal demons. But this... could not be ignored.

I got up from my reserved space and went on my search. The voice grew louder. I knew I was getting closer, steadily. Yet I had to be stealthy, for the angel might be frightened of my mortal form. But just the melodic voice of this angel had to be heeded. I felt a sense of attachment to it. I had to see the angel who owned it.

Finally, I reached to where the voice was singing from its strongest vocation. I peered through the bushes, as if I was hunting for Santa Clause on Christmas Eve. I was like an eager child, waiting to see the legendary man who supposedly traveled the world in one night. A rare accomplishment to most people: a constant achievement to him. Oh, how desperately I wanted to see the one who owned such a beautiful voice!

I saw no wings, no clothing white to the purest tone, but hair as fair as the white oleanders that bloom in the spring and cascaded like a waterfall down the figure's back. Whoever it was, they seemed so out of place, as if they fell from one of the clouds that put the sun to sleep. They stood there, singing, as if they did not know I was present. I silently laughed to myself, never knowing how willing angels were on entertaining mortals. I always thought they were modest about themselves. It wasn't until the figure turned to look at the stars did I see a glimpse of their face. I recognized that face. I saw him everyday in my arms and I in his. I thought about embracing him immediately, but then I thought I would wait until his harmony stopped its rapture upon my heart.

The notes danced on my heart as it embraced it and I felt such a wave of happiness, I could not control it. I lost myself in his voice the moment I heard it.

I could have listened to his vocations forever and it still would not have been enough. I wanted desperately to be away from his voice that held me in chains and would not let go. But these chains were not metal and cold: instead they were warm and embracing. They were made of such material I had never felt in my life. It was as if I floated on air, like the chains were made of a sweet fire that held me against my right mind, the mind of reason: everything I believed to be true seemed not to matter. I felt nothing was wrong with the world I was in now.

After he finished his song, I came from my hiding place and made myself apparent to my love. I applauded him and his wonderful talent. He jumped at the sight of me and made a look as a scared animal. I told him to not run, that I placed no threat to him. His eyes were still wide with fear. No one knew that he could sing so beautifully when everyone should. If the world were filled with people with the voice of angels, everything would seem only right in the world, like everything had been right from the start.

He stood, only staring at me. Then he asked me if I was to tell anyone. I told him not a soul, as long as I could hear only one more song.

He laughed. With his laugh, his hair waved the moonlight's reflection into my eyes with such intensity. I could not help but marvel at the beauty I had been so injudiciously overlooked. I instantly felt as though I should apologize for my ignorance.

When I should have, instead I took my own pleasure into mind. I felt guilty about myself being so selfish. "Just one more song. That is all I ask of you," I said to him. "Please."

"Fine. What shall you hear?" I was amazed he was not upset at my egotism. But the song had captured my heart and it was too late to ask for it back. I walked up to him and kissed his lips and held him like I wish the breeze could hold me. I could not believe that the same lips I kissed were the same that sang so sweetly. He never told me that his mouth was more special than any others. The tongue that swept over mine was used to articulate such notes that sent me spellbound to him. I could call him a siren and I would not have been any closer to the truth.

"I do not care. Anything. Anything at all. As long as I hear your voice, the air will be perfect."

"I marvel at your spectrum of taste to test me. Well done."

"Don't impugn me of trying to disgrace you. I would never wish that... ever. I only ask you to sing. Sing your best song for my ears to hear. They are aching for an attractive song."

"Very well." He started to sing again. Once again, I was out of my body. I was out of my right mind for all I knew. I was in a state of incredible, indescribable, unbelievable bliss as I had never felt before. I embraced him from behind and put my arms around his chest. I felt him rise and fall with the chorus he was singing. His chest was warm and inviting as I started to feel the body in which I had neglected to touch in the past. I lightly touched his neck and it vibrated when he sang. I adored him as a whole, but I did not realize what I felt until he sang for me.

Feeling a person sing is like nothing anyone will ever experience. They discover more about the person through what they sing in riddles then what they say. And to feel their body move in such percussions and ways they thought the body couldn't do... is unbelievable to take in and understand.

I stood there under the moonlight embracing my love as he sang to me. And later I further explored his talent as he sang with the rhythm we shared. For once I felt steadily happy. I felt wonderful. I felt love. I felt madness. I experienced so many feelings I cannot begin to describe them all.

But let this be known and let everything be: if love is madness, and if the mad be happy, then leave me forever with the love of my years and never set me free, for this, this here is all I will ever need.