A fanfic

Hello All!

Around 5 years ago, I was a huge fan of the Harry Potter series.I knew it inside out and used to, like millions others, spend time reading fanfics (stories written by fans). Soon, I thought I'd give writing one a shot and here is the result. Its really old but i wanted to share it :D Do post your comments :)

“Ah! Knew you’d be here...” It had become her favorite spot in the castle-the astronomy tower; maybe it’s the solitude she gets to enjoy, now that no one really comes up here anymore. “ Mione? Are you fine? Look at me please.” his eyes narrowed with worry on instinct. He didn’t like it when she was upset. She wasn’t supposed to be upset. She shouldn’t be upset. It just doesn’t feel right.

She turned slowly to reveal the bright brown eyes he always allowed himself to drown in, now red and swollen from the endless tears shed. He couldn’t blame her. She had lost more than her beloveds in the final battle. He knew, perhaps more than she, herself. He knew she had lost herself-the one he’s been pining for, the one he’s grown to love . All that he loved about her-her unwavering confidence, her instinct to know just the right thing to do, her unfaltering support; the way she read books in the common room couch where the firelight gently reflects flickers of bright reddish orange flames in her bright brown eyes-everything, everything had disappeared. Nothing remained. She had stopped living. He knew it. Who wouldn’t? Anyone who knew her eyes, who observed her would know it-the spark was missing, replaced by sorrow look in her eyes, the walk was frigid and lifeless; the smiles were fake and definitely rare. No Sire, No . He didn’t fulfill the prophecy to see this! He had dreamed of a life where he would have a family of his own and never did the thought of another woman struck him-it was always Hermione , always. That-she- was his fuel to go on when there was no hope in the air. He spent the entire night last night thinking only to realize that it was time.

To change. Today. He will bring the old Hermione-his Hermione back.

He walked towards her and wrapped her in an embrace she very much needed. “I can’t stand it anymore Harry...I just can’t” she mumbled into his sweater. “I’ve lost everyone, everything Harry.” It pained him to see her in this state. He pulled her closer and gently rubbing her back. “Why Harry? Why did we fight the war? Why did all this happen? I don’t like it Harry.” He knew what he had to do now. “Mione, relax. It’s alright.” She pulled away from him with such unexpected force with a face being stained by the tears which ran down her face. “How could you say that Harry? After all that happened? How could you?” Harry stepped up to her, forced her to look at him said “Mione, I have the one thing which kept me going, gave me the strength and kept me alive, I have you, Mione, I have you. That’s why. That’s why Im still alive. That’s why I won the war. That’s why I love you. That’s why.” He stopped abruptly realizing he had said far more than he had intended to. Hermione noticed and the look of disgust now turned to one of shock. “But... but.” She sputtered only to be cut off, her lips met by his as they melted into a kiss of security, comfort and love.

She looked at his face, her friend’s, her best friend’s, the one who had become a man, when she didn’t realize it. She peered into his eyes and saw the sincerity and security she had been searching for. She leaned back on his chest feeling at home . A smile crept upon his face “What?” she asked. “Nothing, it’s just that I never thought this would happen...” he replied. “ Can I ask something Harry?” “Anything” he shot back. She turned to face him and with her voice shaky asked-

“Harry? You will stay with me right? You wont leave me will you Harry?”

“I won’t.” her replied with every ounce of sincerity in him

And he never did.

My First Night

BAM!BAM! WHAM!

Woohoo!!

Alright now, get your minds off the dirty track! That was me slamming a dozen or more cockroaches into the walls of my new house.

Iv shifted several houses till date but this must be one of the most memorable of the first nights in the new houses iv had. I can distinctly remember only 2 others- one where my brother and I (around 13 yrs)got the big comfortable leather sofas to rest the night and we ended up sleeping as though we are sharing the railway berth and the other was the first time I had a room all to myself (not to worry, as usual it was taken away from me asap) clean,neat,soft with a balcony and a barbie lollipop(C'mon! I was nine then)

After 6 long years iv finally had another memorable first night spent past midnight slamming cockroaches into the wall working out the (lack of) frustration built over the day spent with kids who made it a point to make quite a mess of me ;) Past midnight, the night was spent staring at the fan in the dark wondering what funny noises meant and whether there was any chance of the fan falling on my already injured leg and ofcourse, keeping alert in case of any more cockroaches who planned to share the bed with me :D

I must add though, with a little imagination even hitting cockroaches is fun :D

To My Daughter

A lil something I want to share. Its the stuff on the card my parents got me long ago :)It ranks first among the cards Iv got because everything it says has been true in my case. Love ya Ma!

Hope you enjoy the read.

To My Daughter, With Love, on the Important Things in Life

A mother tries to provide her daughter with insight
into the important things in life to make her life
as happy and fulfilling as possible

A mother tries to teach her daughter
to be good,always helpful to other people,
to be fair,always treating others equally
to have a positive attitude at all times
to always make things right when they are wrong
to know herself well
to know what her talents are
to set goals for herself
to not be afraid of working too hard to reach her goals

A mother tries to teach her daughter
to have many interests to pursue
to laugh and have fun every day
to appreciate the beauty of nature
to enter into friendships with good people
to honor their friendships and always be a true friend
to appreciate the importance of family
and to particularly respect and love the elders of the family
to use her intelligence at all times
to listen to her emotions
to adhere to her values

A mother tries to teach her daughter
to not be afraid to stick to her beliefs
to not follow the majority when the majority is wrong
to carefully plan a life for herself
to vigorously follow her chosen path
to enter into a relationship with someone worthy of herself
to love this person unconditionally with her body and mind
to share all that she has learned in life with this person

If I have provided you with an insight
into most of these things
then I have succeeded as a mother
in what I hoped to accomplish in raising you
If many of these things slipped by
while we were all so busy
I have a feeling that you know them anyway
One thing I am sure of, though
I have taught you to be proud of the fact
that you are a woman equal to all men and
I have loved you every second of your life
I have supported you at all times
and as a mother, as a person and as a friend
I will always continue to cherish and love
everything about you
my beautiful daughter.
__________________________________________Susan Polis Schutz

Life is or was?

The cheery smile,
the twinkling eyes,
the active body,
with a happy heart
and a content soul
living a calm peaceful life

Now gives way,
Way to a hurried life
with a stressed heart
and a worried soul
mirrored by dull eyes
and mirthless smile
encompassed in a diseased body

Is this what life has become?
Or is this what we think it has become?

A little something..

A lil flowery piece which struck me during the day...nothing serious or anything..just

I lean back in my chair near the window; eyes closed listening to the fury of the rains. She like a mum to mother Earth pelts hard and fast with a vengeance, an indecorous bitter vengeance for bearing the trysts of the torts and injust silently. She lashes out her rage with no mercy, not even when she hears the skies roar in grief felt for Earth. Not for a sixtieth of a second does she rest, atleast not before she glances upon the Earth a couple of times with her sparkling eyes. For then she begins to wail, wail at her own misdeed and lets out a soul-piercing howl through the tiny crack in my window when the vicarious nature of her act fully descends upon her.

ENOUGH. I can tolerate no more. I stand pressed against the window letting the one warm tear run down my cheek hoping and praying for a remedy. I turn slowly to face the world outside questioning the silence to see her brother embracing her and sending his troubled exhausted sister in his cushioned chariot as he proceeds to smile wistfully clearing up the chaos caused by his sister’s wrath with warmth giving the Earth a second chance.

A second chance with hope

A second chance not to be missed.

Please.

You, I stand against.

This little piece is not to be taken literally. It has a different meaning. the ocean here in fact, represents us, humanity.

I stand,
I stand drinking your beauty
But not surrendering to it.

I stand,
I stand against your lapping waves
But not falling prey to its power.

I stand,
I stand daring to go against you,
Your beauty, your power.
You, I plead to support me in my fight.

Suddenly

Suddenly,
Good isn't good enough,
Being perfect isn't perfect,
And every right is a wrong.

Suddenly,
It's not the same anymore
All alone,
Every friend, a foe.

Suddenly,
I ask for love,
For friendship
To know none.

Suddenly,
My life seems to have changed
Only for me to realize,
It's I who have changed.