There's no one in town I know
You gave us some place to go.
I never said thank you for that.
I thought I might get one more chance.
What would you think of me now,
so lucky, so strong, so proud?
Tornadic winds swept the murky green road as a humbled black figure made it's way slowly towards a white house. Leaves and water splashed themselves along his boots, the winds howled and trees bent as the raging storm continued. His slow progress was hindered even more by a gash on his left leg, still bleeding profusely. There wasn't a sign of life along the storm washed line of villas. He pulled his water drenched coat more tightly around him, bowing his head into the merciless torrents. Razor like beads of rain and hail stung his skin, numbing his appendages and blurring his vision. Yet, he staggered on. His destination was the only thought that consumed his mind. The past month, the image of the picket white fence, sprawling lush green grass surrounding the countryside home was the only thought that kept him going. It had been the longest month of his life and now, with the final task completed, he was his own person again. He shook his hair from his eyes, wiped the salty mixture of blood and sweat from his lips, and dragged on. The feirce storm lamented on, howling and dancing around him. It was truly the rage of divinity.
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Throught the day the cloud that hung over the city of London became ever more ominous as night approached. As soon as the sun sank into the horizon an irate clashing of wind and rain pelted down. Inhabitants scurried to find shelter, children abandoned their outdoor activities in exchange for a warm fire and a place by the windows to watch the heavens fight. Comforting food was distributed amongst friends and family and laughter ensued. Figures who sat alone chose to also migrate near a burning fireplace, choosing odd sorts of entertainment to entice their.
A small woman was one of those lone figures basking in the ambiance and heat from the embers. The flames danced and flirted eagerly, cheerfully filling the silent room with cracking and popping. Thunder crashed outside, causing the great beast in which this woman rest her head raise it's own head, seeking the source of the noise. A fit of lightning gave it it's answer. Sniffing momentairily, the Saint Bernard apparently found no immediate danger to his mistress and lay his lazy head back down. It wasn't long until he fell asleep.
The sweet burning logs and the warmth from the fire made the woman drowsy. Her novel lay against her chest as she began to doze off. As the elements waged civil war, the creatures indoors and out sought shelter and rest. This woman, brown hair up in a messy bun, laying on her only source of protection and friendship during this night, was no different.
A stiff knock came from the front door. The petite woman set down her book, checking the clock. The dog, Sirius, raised his head. This time, it's ears were peaked forward and his head cocked to one side. The woman petted Sirius' head, wondering who could be calling on her.
It's too late for normal callers.
She stood up, sliding her wand up her sleeve, just in case. She stepped over the Saint Bernard, nimbly walking towards the stairs. Sliding her eye to the peephole, she let out a gasp of astonishment and flung open the door. The black figure outside was leaning heavily against the door frame.
"Harry!" she cried as the storm beaten man toppled inward.
A/N: Well, I'm back in action everyone! As far as my previous two stories go, I may or may not continue. It depends. I have a busy schedule and I've decided to pick up writing again. Please, I know it's just the very beginning, but constructive critisism is appreciated, as well as compliments .
Peace all!
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