Heart Bound Love

Heart Bound Love ***

Listen to the Sound of My Soul

Shadows of the scared,

silhouettes of midnight,

come close to thee,

stranger stroke my hair,

biter sounds of delight,

coming over me,

see my words,

hear my taste,

be one with me,

come to thee.

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It certainly was not a dreadful morning in the least. The sun lit sky ran over the intertwined grass and even the low-lying specks of dirt, but the wind shook it terribly and the sky laid low. Nothing compared to the almost-rain ridden morning in late August, the fresh scent of wind and leaves blowing in the distance, anticipating a rather large storm. Rain soon spattered in every direction angrily onto the dry soil, the clouds roared in anger and the bristling of the leaves confirmed the newly arisen storm.

Why she loved this so much, was never said, however, looking outside into the dark mass of water swiping onto the window panes made her very happy. She was the only person to ever actually like the storm, she had once thought. Even the sent of the storm filled her head with the most pleasant memories and adventures. Once a petite redhead, but now, a fully-grown adult (or perhaps she was close enough to it), she still adored the hard nights, even though it took a toll on the garden.

Many mornings like this were spent in her room, sitting by the window, looking over the land as its thirst was drawn. Never bothering to get dressed, (which was pointless because she could not possibly go anywhere) she'd spend hours gazing out on to the grounds. Maybe it was her duller-than-life summers that made this event so exciting, or perhaps the secret love of the rain that made her do this, but whatever the case, she would never look away from the rain, never frown upon it, nor ignore it. Somedays when the family was out, or when it was very late at night, she would sneak out into the storm, just to feel the water beat against her, just to feel the earth cry upon her skin. Never moving, simply standing, it would beat her, the wind would scowl her, and the cold would taunt her, but she would not leave, she would not run away.

On the best days, she would run as far as the land allowed her. Out past their land, onto another, out to see what it was like just over one more hill, just over one more step, a little further, until her legs could run no more. The beauty of the day captured her soul, and she would cherish the time she had.

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Before the summer had started, the days slipped ever faster, and the season was over. Virginia Weasley was soon preparing to go back to school the Weasley children's faces filled with sorrow as the day before school approached. All the essentials for the day back to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry were packed, and the cases were set along the steps. The anticipation was high and tension was filled. It was Ron's last year of going to school; hence Mrs. Weasley was pestering him about his post-school career. "Ron, all I'm sayin' is ya need to find a place to work, you do." Mrs. Weasley scolded behind the pot of freshly made stew.

"Mum! I want to be in the Ministry like father and Percy. I'm sure they'd love me, I'd be less of a pain in the arse than Percy but I'd have the Weasley charm."

"Ron!" Mrs. Weasley preached, "Do not embarrass me or your brother like that again, you hear?"

"Yes mum" Ron looked a bit sad. Making fun of Percy was his favorite past time, especially since he's been the youngest person to be appointed to the Head of a department, at 25, he already ran the Head of Violators of the Law in Court and Home. This sounded important, sure, except it was like the Muggle police department, which told the prisoners where they were to be convicted and for which crime. It suited Percy quite well, seeing as he wrote detention slips up for Dumbledore all the time while being the Head Boy at Hogwarts.

"You know Percy is the youngest person to ever be appointed Head of a department! How dare you say those rude things about your brother."

"Mum, he writes slips to prisoners!"

"Oh hush up!"

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Three days later, Ginny had settled down at Hogwarts, the usually easy task only seemed to get dull over the years. The food was great, the classes were fun at times, and the people were great. The only problem was her lack of interest in the seemingly boring school. Harry was still fighting the never dying You-Know-Who, and every year he would be one step closer to finally defeating him, except all the students grew tired of the stories. Yes, the school year seemed to drag on forever. Year after year, the same nonsense was recent news at the school, and with all the publicity, it was a mystery the location of the school was not claimed by some fanatic wizard obsessed with finding the grounds, or even perhaps Voldemort himself, which Ginny reminded herself, probably already knew the location of the school.

Ginny sat in Herbology listening to Professor Sprout give a lecture about Earth Seedlings, "The Earth Seedlings, commonly known as "Gnomes" are abundant around over grown wizarding gardens. Their purpose is unknown, however, the presence is not. Many families rid their garden of these pesky invaders by grabbing them and throwing them over the shrubbery. Recent research has found this a huge disadvantage to the well-being of the garden, and this suggests an advantage for the Earth SeedlingsÖ"

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"I wish Professor Sprout would tell me something I didn't already know, that class is such a bore for me anymoreÖ" Ginny whispered to Denis Creevey in the corridors.

A few weeks went by and Denis and Ginny were dating. This took no one by surprise, and Ginny almost felt bored with him, just like every other person in the school.

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Draco Malfoy sat in the Potions room with Professor Snape discussing the weekly plans. It was Draco's last year and his father had decided he would be bound to work in the Ministry, "Öanother Malfoy in the Ministry wouldn't hurt a damn thingÖ" his father's voice rang in his head. It was true, though, Draco would love the chance to brag around saying he was in the Ministry, in fact, this very thought made him smile. He would marry Pansy Parkison, live in a very nice house, and work for the Ministry. The only part that seemed to disturb him about his plans was marrying that Pansy. He could always drop her dead after they were married and his father couldn't say a damn word. Being forced into a marriage was a very Malfoy thing to do, and Lucius was the man to do it.

The smirk on Malfoy's face got wider as Harry Potter walked into the Potions room. Glaring at Malfoy he took a seat a few rows back.

"Potty, isn't your seat up here? In the front?" Malfoy smirked.

Harry just shook his head and sat down, it seemed something was bothering the boy. Harry had indeed spent all summer with the Dursleys, but this was nothing new. No, something deep down hurt him. Something large. His instinct told him to talk to Dumbledore, or at least tell Hermione. The past few nights all he could think about was his forehead, and how it burned so badly, he woke up screaming. 'After potions, I will. I will!'

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