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I sat on Ron's windowsill while Harry and him sleep, about to read the book by the moon's light. It is a full moon, bright and beautiful, poor Lupin, I added on as a after though.

I open to the first chapter

Chapter 3 Stormy

"It's a funny thing being taken under the wing of a dragon;
it's warmer than you think."
From the motion picture Gangs of New York

Hello my fair country people, I am to tell you the story of us, my love and I, told by us.

Prophesied to be the love that would not die with us, but live on in the hearts of others after our fall, maybe our love lives in you, perhaps the prophesy is true.

Curious that love has been thought of as fables by many throughout time, for love is the most honest to God beautiful truth that will always live.

Our story may sound like a fairytale go awry, but this is a true story.

Forever will the day I meet him be engraved in my mind

The clouds covered the sun and the sky appeared to me, gray and ominous and warning, no threatening me with a storm. I was gathering herbs and roots for the midwife, and shall not allow me back in until my responsibility is finished.

I enjoy the sound of hail pounding on my surroundings, thunder, and the sight of lightning in the shadowy sky.

And now that the storm has started I've decided to get to someplace dry and wait it out, I enjoy the ill weather and all but I don't wish to catch my death out here.

Quickly I dash to a weeping willow and before I run to the safety of it's branches I screamed out a pray

"Please dear Lord; don't let this be a womping willow!!"

At Hogwarts for Christmas break, having to spend time with my immediate blood relatives and the other heirs.

Holidays I am forced into being with what humans call "family", and schooling I am required to be with little humans

I spend my time trying hiding away from the prying eyes of these humans

"What have I done to deserve this?" I ask God

"Wait don't answer that" I added on when I pondered further on my inquiry

"Please dear Lord; don't let this be a romping willow." I hear the familiar name float into my ears. I look around seeking the source of the noise.

A little girl ran under the willow tree which I am perched on.

She was beginning to be drenched, her copper colored hair was darkening, her skin glowed, and the dirt started to wash away.

She was bruised and I estimate she's in her eighth or ninth year of life, why do I wonder what she's doing outside during a storm?

I stand hugging the tree, huddling to the tree trunk for some sort of warmth

That is when I heard he's amused voice ask "What the bloody Hell or you doing?"

I look up, a boy leaning from up above in the tree, giving me a weird gaze.

She glanced up at me and said in a sweet melodic voice

"Trying to keep warm"

Why not keep warm in a warm place, like inside?"

"I'm strictly not allowed into the cottage until my job is complete and the ill weather complicates my responsibility."

The boy nodded and dropped, almost vampire like, onto the ground.

He was tall, with white hair, ivory skin, and stormy gray eyes. Not the friendliest looking chap, he seems rough around the edges.

He wears all black, like I expect a son of night would. A black robe covering all his clothes, he undid the knot, slipped his arm around my waist and pulled me so close to him my head softly brushed against his stomach, and he draped his cloak around me.

She gave an involuntary shudder when she came into contact with my body. Smirking I cover her with my cloak and wrap my arms around her tiny waist, pulling her even closer.

It's a funny thing being taken under the wing of a dragon;
it's warmer than you think

Warmth flows into me, my frozen body heating up, and the coldness gliding off me.

"Who are you" I asked him softly

I look at the bump in my robes, and answered her "Soren, Soren Saber Salazar Slytherin, you?"

The bump in my robes answered

"That is a mouthful; my name is Gabrielle Gavrilla Galeno"

"But you can call me Ella"

I smiled and said to the boy quietly "Soren can I call you Sssssssssssssssssss"

He chuckled

"Mione, what are you doing?" Said Harry, surprised I was still there

They had fallen asleep while I was still in there room

"Reading" I answered simply

"Go to bed" He muttered

So I closed my story

Queen Criss Cross Signing Out