Post by QUENTIN ALEKSANDER GREYBACK on Apr 13, 2011 13:55:36 GMT
'' take your past and burn it up and let
'' it go , c a r r y on i'm s t r o n g e r than you'll ever know
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It was a routine. It was done very day without fail, apart from the day of the new moon every month. And, of course, today would be no different. About a month into Quentin's life at Hogwarts, he had discovered the black lake. At first, he had been reluctant to come close, because the blackness of the water scared him, it seemed so endless... But one day, he got pushed in. He was only eleven, and the water was so painfully cold, and no one had been there to save him. Quenting had felt fear, and he was in a panic, but then he realised that the coldness of the water was nothing compared to the transformation he went through every month on the full moon, and so the memory of the stronger pain made him feel so numb, he thought he was going to lose consciousness, but then Quentin fought and swam. It took him a while, he had lost a lot of energy, and he had managed to pull himself onto the shore, legs still int he water, when he passed out.
That was seven years ago, but after that time, the boy could not fear the water anymore once he had won against it. So, he decided to make himself immune to things like that, to feel pain that would prepare him for the harsher, more ripping pain of the change, so this Slytherin would come to the water, even in the snowy winter months, and jump in. At first, it took some guts from his part. It was not as easy as to just go to the lake and jump in. He would take his clothes off, and then jump, but then he would get panicked again and freeze. Everyday it was a battle for him to make it out of the water alive and conscious. However, he did not give up. He never gave up on anything that proved to be a challenge, and conquering the lake surely was. As Quentin went for that swim in the lake every day, right after his last lessons, it became easier and easier, but not before it got harder.
In the process of his confidence building with the lake, the boy had forgotten one very important fact. Which was the creature. The merpeople as well as the Grindylow's. He was not aware of them until one day they jumped out at him, trying to catch his leg. That's because he had fallen in too deep while trying to come back up, and he did not have his wand with him, nor did he knows a spell to get them away from him. So, he didn't know how he didn't just get dragged to the bottom of the lake by one of the creatures, but he didn't, and for that he was actually quite thankful. However, the next day he came back, armed with his wand and having done research on hos to escape such an attack. He knew the simple spell for that, after all, he had been eleven, but it worked, and he kept coming back.
Some people call him mad, the ones that know of his routine. Or have seen him jump int he water over the years, more and more effortlessly as the years passed. And so, it was like that today. He walked up to the lake, dropping his bag onto the floor, taking off his shoes, socks, jacket and T-shirt. He made sure that his wand was safely in one of his jean pockets as he left his jeans on. He could dry them later, and in a diving motion, he dived into the water, choosing a spot where he knew it was deep enough for him not to hit the ground or tough the seaweed. The sensation was the same as everyday. The water touched and caressed his skin, the coldness of it not affecting him as much as it used to, but still covering his smooth flesh in goosebumps. The only change was, that as the time passed, Quentin could spend longer and longer in the water, and he started to enjoy these parts of his day more than he used to fear them.
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