Silence.
To some, silence was a dark and isolating presence. One that drained the happiness from a room and replaced it with dread and loneliness. To others it was a warm and calming atmosphere that welcomed you like a cosy bed on a stormy night; it was the presence of your own company: a break from reality. Some people may call silence the colour black; dangerous and dull, full of mystery and uncertainty.
But some people would call silence the colour blue. Not just any blue, a particularly pale shade with hints of green that hints at growth. A fresh yet familiar blue that instantly relaxes ones mind.
Silence means something different to every person. Silence is painted a different colour in everyone's brain. But in Mia Estella Walburga Black's brain. Silence meant only one thing.
A vicious storm had swept through the walls of 12 Grimmauld Place leaving pain and chaos in its wake. The question was, who had been left bruised and battered left to succumb to the silence this time.
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Wild Hearts ✮ James Potter
FanfictionIn which Mia Estella Walburga Black tries desperately hard to tame her wild heart, but James Fleamont Potter won't let her. "Embrace it Mimi." "I'm trying James." Warning: This book will contain sensitive issues, mature language and mature scenes.
