Gold Eyes - Eine Harry Potter Fanfiction

1.Sporen

My father once told me that all living beings were connected through magical spores. He told me how he could sometimes catch glimpses of them, sparkling in the sunlight and intricately weaving into loops and knots.

Even Muggles, he said, possessed them, though in a far less spectacular manner. Some spores seemed solitary and isolated, while others appeared to be intricately linked, forming what almost resembled an infinite spiderweb of emotions and memories. He vividly described the appearance of the threads that bound him and my mother and the profound depth of their connection.

My father went on to share that the spores surrounding me were as beautiful as moonlight and radiant as the sun. He claimed they were a reflection of my pure heart, revealing the most concealed of my desires. According to him, they were truly one-of-a-kind.

Often, I found myself wondering if it was the boundless loneliness that made my spores as exquisite and unique as he always claimed. That loneliness knew me so intimately that it defined my very essence. After all, loneliness was the conversation I engaged in and the society in which I dwelled. I knew it better than anything else in the world, and it had become my natural habitat, allowing my spores to unfurl freely.

When my father brought me to Hogwarts four years ago, I couldn't help but believe that my spores must have looked exceptionally beautiful on that day.

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I was sitting in Potions class when it happened. It didn't last longer than a second. My father had described them to me so many times that I recognized them instantly. They appeared alive, dancing and shimmering right before my eyes. They moved towards the person next to me, intertwining with spores that looked so different from mine. Mine gleamed with gold, and these were silver, almost transparent. It was a sight that took my breath away, making everything else fade into oblivion. It almost seemed as though they were teasing and playing with each other before uniting and vanishing into thin air. It was so beautiful that I almost thought I had imagined it.

I glanced at the boy beside me, who had apparently been staring at me for a while, his bright eyes flashing with curiosity. They looked as though they had awakened from a long winter's slumber, and I had to pull myself together not to get completely lost in them. I swallowed hard, feeling the air escape my lungs, and my heart began to beat faster. The warm sensation in my stomach vanished as quickly as it had come, replaced by an overwhelming wave of hunger.