The Poison of Hemlock (Rewrite For Harry Potter...a Slytherin?)

The Poison of Hemlock (Rewrite For Harry Potter...a Slytherin?)

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Solangelo-HarryPotter-Love By -solangelo-lover- Updated Jul 21

She stood there like marble and stone. In the rain, pouring and strong, it was clear, the sky was grey and bright. She was a phantom flickering in and out of shadows and shades. Disappearing from the eyes that seek her from beneath the storm. But she is not entirely hidden, as lighting struck she shone like a dying star giving its last showing of life. Deslolute and so very far away. One you couldn't know has gone out for thousands of years. Bright but cold. Never really reaching the earth or people. She was different. Apart from everyone but herself.

As she walked, her existence seemed to fade more so then before. Soft and light she perhaps dosen't even touch the ground. Waif like in her grace, deathly with the precision of her feet apon the muddied earth with not a trace of disturbance. Her hair cascades down her back in a waterfall of chaotic darkness. Darker then the deepest depths of a abyss. Dripping like ice, the rain fell from the end of each twist and corkscrew. Even the heaviness of the water unable to tame the roaring of her hair.

Her eyes are what drew you in. Green intensity that only graces the world with her alone. Shades of Viridian and Emerald. Too much to really put in words. Gold flecks like Pixie Dust forever shifting within the sea of infinitmass green. Divinity shines through the gold, something Other just lurking beneath the chartreuse of her eyes. Hiding under paleness of her skin, peeking around her shadow and pushing her to the light. It clings to her more then the drenched cotton ever could. Waves of this difference crashed the land in quietness. Silence reigned as thunder boomed against her skin.

She traveled the earth like a firefly. Flickering here and then she's gone. Then again she brings life back into the darkness. And then she is gone. Unable to be caught or captured in a jar of glass. Different then all who live upon the world, ethereal fell short to truly describe her. Never to be understood by mortals of life.