Chapter 1 : On The Balcony
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Chapter 1: On The Balcony
A/N This fic is based on the song 'Love Story' by Taylor Swift, I hope you all enjoy :)
Disclaimer: I own none of the lyrics, they all belong to Taylor Swift and I don’t own Molly or Arthur or anything out of the wonderful world of Harry Potter, that all belongs to the wonderful JK Rowling. Enjoy! :)
We were both young when I first saw you. I close my eyes and the flashback starts...
The familiar sensation of being jerked forward by an invisible hook and your feet leaving the ground took over her and she was speeding forward in a howl of wind. Then suddenly it stopped and they were standing in the last light of day in Paris. The warm air welcomed her and she watched as the sun set over the orangey horizon casting a beautiful glow over the city. Her parents bickered behind her, oblivious to the beauty around them but she was not. Molly gazed around in awe at the city and it’s beautiful shining lights. She breathed in the sent of flowers, heard the sound of music and enjoyed the slight feeling of freedom.
Their hotel was just beside the Seine. A posh hotel with a great view of the city and huge four-poster beds with midnight blue covers. Guitar players played along the Seine, their music ringing in the ears of passer-by’s, making them stop and listen and letting them forget their worries just for a second as they let the music take over their minds.
The family got to the hotel and checked in. The receptionist was a tall lady with long, slender legs and dark hair and eyes. They pierced Molly and she was unable to meet her cold, snake like gaze. When she spoke her voice was soft with a slight hint of a hiss, giving her an even more snake-like appearance “Bonjour, welcome to ze best hotel in Paris. We ‘ave ze tastiest food in ze country and you can enjoy our luxury for however long you like. Je m'appelle Stephanie.” she sounded bored. She had probably had to say the same line all day.
They made their way up to their rooms, tired and weak after a long day of travelling. Molly hadn’t yet passed her apperating test and the Ministry weren’t allowing flooing to other countries or side along apperition. They had woken up at five in the morning and set of at six. They had a long walk along a long, lonely road and then up a hill to a cave were muggles never come. There, lying on the mucky ground was a small worn away shoe, still and silent. And then suddenly it was flashing and they knew it was time to go.
Molly said goodnight to her parents and made her way through to her room. It was big. Too big. She liked smaller places, cosier places, these rooms made her feel uneasy.
She dumped her stuff onto the bed and let down her gleaming red hair that fell down to her waist, her parents had always said it was much too long. Washing her face in the bathroom she looked into the mirror at her chocolate coloured eyes. They looked so empty and alone. The pain in them was clearly visible, but maybe only to Molly. She hated this feeling; the feeling of being always alone, always sad and always being looked down on. Why was it there? What could make it go away?
She finished in the bathroom and walked out onto the balcony.
I’m standing there on a balcony in summer air
The seine glimmered beneath her window and the lights of the city shone like millions of fireflies scattering the ground. She breathed in deeply, enjoying this rare feeling of freedom. Her long green dress trailed behind her, the moonlight reflecting off the jewels and diamonds. There was nothing but the silence. The silence and loneliness. She listened to it, trying to make out some other noise that would distract her from this feeling, but nothing could be heard, nothing came and all remained silent. Silent and still. All that could be heard was the sound of her breathing and thoughts. Her thoughts annoyed her. They were dark, lonely and painful. Not even a small light shone in her head. It was always night, always dark and always cold. All she needed was some other company, not her parents but somebody who understood her and would let her be free.
A chilly breeze blew, blowing the bottom of her dress around her slim ankles and her hair from her pale face. Rubbing her arms from the cold, she stepped back inside, closing the glass doors as she went. A sudden warmth spread through her and she quickly changed into her nightie and clambered into bed. Snuggling up into the soft covers, she fell into a restless sleep. Nightmares of her parent’s constant attempts to force her to love swam around in her head along with nightmares of Hogwarts. The faces of her enemies appeared in her mind and of the love that she would never have.
She woke up in a sweat. It was 3 in the morning. The room was silent. Too silent for her liking. She couldn’t even hear the sound of the heaters, humming quietly behind her. All that could be heard was the sound of her breathing, soft and quiet. After laying there for a few moments, she got up, wrapping her dressing gown tightly around her shoulders and making her way back to the balcony. The full moon shone down, illuminating the city. She closed her eyes, listening to the faint sound of traffic and feeling the gentle breeze on her face. After a few moments, she opened them again to see a slight movement in the bushes below. She narrowed her eyes, trying to make out what it was when a head popped out. And then a body. And then a pair of legs. It was a boy. The most handsome boy Molly had ever seen. His red hair flopped over one eye and his long hand ran through it, pulling it away from his face to reveal a pair of sparkling blue eyes.
Molly was mesmerized. Everything about this boy was amazing. His hair, his eyes, his hands, his face. Everything.
He peered around him, making sure no one was looking and then looked up, not seeing Molly hidden away in the shadows, and then took off, running down the Seine without a backward glance.
She went back to bed, still caught up in a daze, her mind full to the brim with thoughts and questions of the boy. But somehow, he seemed familiar but she couldn’t for the life of her think where she had seen him before.
She fell back to sleep. This time much more peaceful than the time before. She had dreams of the boy. Of his flaming red hair and his glittering blue eyes. She had dreams of being happy since that feeling never lingered long around Molly.
A/N I hope you enjoyed it and you’ll stick with it. Please leave a review and let me know what you think, they always help me get the next chapter written :) Thanks!!!
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