Arriving
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I'm still awake. The clock says it's 1:37 in the morning. It doesn't matter. I can't sleep. I haven't been able to sleep since--since--
The house is so quite. I've never really noticed it before. Everybody else is sleeping peacefully. Not a sound. It makes my ears ring. The forced, unnatural stillness annoys me. I feel like I'm suffocating. I've never really thought of it before. This isn't a house...it's a tomb.
I have to get out. I need some air. I feel as though if I stay inside one second longer I'll die. Like Sirius... NO. I won't think about that. All I know is I have to leave. I slip on my shoes and practically run out of my room. I have to get out, I have to get out...
I know it's incredibly stupid to leave in the dead of night but I can't seem to stop. I can feel myself suffocating... I run down the stairs as quietly as I can. I'm starting to see spots in front of my eyes...
I fling open the front door and throw myself into the cold evening air. It's better but not much. I feel as though at anytime the house is going to extend an arm and sweep me back into that--that coffin. I have to get away.
I start running. I don't know to where--wherever my feet take me suppose. I can feel the cold air rushing past my ears, sliding in and out of my lungs. Left, right, left, left... I don't keep track of my turns. I know I'll probably get lost but I don't care. I just need to get away.
I stop running and sit down on a low wall, panting for breath. The unexplainable terror is fading, ever so slowly. I look around and see an open gate that says "Oakwood Memorial Park." A fancy way to say a cemetery. We haven't done Sirius's memorial service yet so I know he isn't here but I enter anyway. A strange sort of calm overcomes me. The moon provides ample light, but, I notice with a bit of relief, it isn't full.
I look around at the pieces of stone. Reminders of a time once lost. Reminders of the people who left their mark on this world. I push the grass away to look at the names. It's a fairly small cemetery so I stop in front of each grave and devote a moment to that person, only that person. They deserve that much...
I hope all those people are happy, wherever they are. I hope they don't have any regrets. And I hope they know that somebody misses them. Even if it is only a scrawny 15 year old boy named Harry Potter.
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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Sirius Black, etc. Oakwood Memorial Park is a real cemetery (where my Grandfather is buried) so therefore somebody owns it. Not sure who owns it, but I sure don't.
A/N: This was planned to be just a single chapter thing. I might continue it, but probably not.
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I'm still awake. The clock says it's 1:37 in the morning. It doesn't matter. I can't sleep. I haven't been able to sleep since--since--
The house is so quite. I've never really noticed it before. Everybody else is sleeping peacefully. Not a sound. It makes my ears ring. The forced, unnatural stillness annoys me. I feel like I'm suffocating. I've never really thought of it before. This isn't a house...it's a tomb.
I have to get out. I need some air. I feel as though if I stay inside one second longer I'll die. Like Sirius... NO. I won't think about that. All I know is I have to leave. I slip on my shoes and practically run out of my room. I have to get out, I have to get out...
I know it's incredibly stupid to leave in the dead of night but I can't seem to stop. I can feel myself suffocating... I run down the stairs as quietly as I can. I'm starting to see spots in front of my eyes...
I fling open the front door and throw myself into the cold evening air. It's better but not much. I feel as though at anytime the house is going to extend an arm and sweep me back into that--that coffin. I have to get away.
I start running. I don't know to where--wherever my feet take me suppose. I can feel the cold air rushing past my ears, sliding in and out of my lungs. Left, right, left, left... I don't keep track of my turns. I know I'll probably get lost but I don't care. I just need to get away.
I stop running and sit down on a low wall, panting for breath. The unexplainable terror is fading, ever so slowly. I look around and see an open gate that says "Oakwood Memorial Park." A fancy way to say a cemetery. We haven't done Sirius's memorial service yet so I know he isn't here but I enter anyway. A strange sort of calm overcomes me. The moon provides ample light, but, I notice with a bit of relief, it isn't full.
I look around at the pieces of stone. Reminders of a time once lost. Reminders of the people who left their mark on this world. I push the grass away to look at the names. It's a fairly small cemetery so I stop in front of each grave and devote a moment to that person, only that person. They deserve that much...
I hope all those people are happy, wherever they are. I hope they don't have any regrets. And I hope they know that somebody misses them. Even if it is only a scrawny 15 year old boy named Harry Potter.
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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Sirius Black, etc. Oakwood Memorial Park is a real cemetery (where my Grandfather is buried) so therefore somebody owns it. Not sure who owns it, but I sure don't.
A/N: This was planned to be just a single chapter thing. I might continue it, but probably not.