The Boy With The Green Eyes
My name is Michaela, but you can call me Fawkes. Now before you dismiss this as another boring love story. Dig deeper into the meaning. I am going to tell you the story of how Harry James Potter became my hero, my muse, and the love of my life. But keep in mind I may not tell you all of it. Why? Well, as all great love stories, ours will die with us, as it should. But, then again, why should all of it have to die? This is the story of The Boy with the Green Eyes.
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05/31/21
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Chapter 1- When I First Saw You.
Chapter 1
When I first received my letter to Hogwarts, I never imagined what would happen when I got there. Keep in mind I was still young and naive and I never thought I could be taken under the wing of the Weasley Twins. Fred and George were quite fond of me, and they thought they could try and show me a different side of studies. And- Oh, I am terribly sorry to rush off but Fred has my Potions essay and George has his wand. This will not end well, anyway, on with my love story. I first met Harry when I was running through the hallways looking for the two tricksters. But, as I rounded a corner, I did not see the ginger hair I had been chasing. I saw pale blond. Oh boy, this was none other than Draco Malfoy, the very bane if my exsistence. He smirked at me and eyed me up and down while circling me like a predator might circle prey. I quietly grabbed my wand, Oak and Phoenix feather. I was too little, too late. Malfoy used a biding spell and seized my beloved wand. He walked up to me, slowly, and grabbed my chin in his cold fingers. His grey eyes stared into mine. My heart pounded so loud I swore he could hear it, BOOM BOOM BOOM. He grabbed my hair with his other hand and yanked. Brown strands hung to his fingers and tears gathered in my eyes. Why wouldn't he just kill me already? He made my life horrible. He bullied me on a daily basis. So why wouldn't he just get ride of me already? Apparently, he was not pleased with my reaction. He slapped me and the sound echoed around the chilly, open hallway. Where was anyone when I needed them? I could already feel the heat from the sting on my cheek. He slammed my head against the wall and I saw stars. He slowly started wrapping his fingers around my windpipe, savoring the moment he would finally get rid of me. In a moment of pure terror and desperation I opened my mouth to scream, just as I thought I was done for, a mess of shaggy black hair rounded the corner.