HP: Firelight

From the perspective of the 1986-1987 Defense Against the Dark Arts professor

Prologue

In the summer of 1986, at the invitation of the British royal family, I went to watch the Wimbledon Championships. It was the day of the women's singles final. On the lush green courts, the athletic grace of the women in motion with every swing, and the white tennis skirts swaying through the fierce back-and-forth of the match, were surely the most beautiful summer scenery in London.

Yet my attention was drawn to a girl in the stands. Silver hair, skin white as snow, bright eyes and lovely teeth. One slight smile from her could make all of England fall in love. The moment I saw her, I was lost. The flawless girl overlapped with the hazy forest sprite in my dreams. With just that one glance, I even wanted to give up immortality and freedom, grow old with her, die with her, and live for her from then on.

Then, at the thought of such beauty growing old, sorrow overwhelmed me. I wanted to possess her. I wanted her, young and vibrant, forever in my arms. I could no longer stop thinking of her. Her spring-colored eyes rippled in my heart, becoming the fire of my desire, the light of my life.

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