Chapter 1 : one/one.
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What she hadn’t known was that it sneaked up on you and pounced, claiming you when you least expected it and, more often than not, when you least wanted it. She had discovered this in recent months, them being the last few of her seventh and final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The place she’d called home for the most important and defining years of her life. A place that would keep a part of her when she left, and that part of her was something that she’d never get back, she was sure.
She was currently holed up in her dormitory, sat on her windowsill at the top of Gryffindor Tower, her back pressing against the cool grey stone and her arms wrapped around her knees. She was partaking in her favourite activity, people watching. Her window gave her a brilliant view of the school grounds, a vast expanse of lush green grass with people lounging everywhere, absorbing the warm July sun, laughing and playing with friends.
She didn’t understand the seventh years among them, if she was being honest. She didn’t understand how they could leave this place seemingly without caring. How they didn’t bat an eyelid at the thought of leaving a place that’d taught them everything they knew about magic. A place that’d helped them grow in countless ways, a place so special and so important to them, or her at least.
She sighed, closing her eyes and resting her head against the wall behind her. Part of her wished she’d never come here purely so she would never have to go through the process of leaving it behind. She thought of lifetimes long gone and a day spent in the window of a cottage by the sea. Her old family home that’d now become a summerhouse, only treasured during the sunny months. She’d hated leaving that too, choosing to spend her last day sat in her bedroom window watching the tide retreat towards the horizon. She smiled to herself, noting the similarities. It soon slipped away again as she remembered how she’d promised herself she’d never let herself feel that way again, yet here she was, sat in another window longing for the naivety and innocence she’d left behind.
She didn’t want to grow up. She didn’t want to leave the safety bubble she’d grown so accustom to having. She didn’t want to be let loose in the big wide world, faced with the prospects of finding a job, a house, a husband, a stable and secure environment. She didn’t want to find those things because she was sure they’d be snatched away from her again at some point, too.
She didn’t want to end up sitting in another window, thinking of another lifetime long gone, and a day spent in the top a tower in Scotland.
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