Pierre, a simple golden colored cloud that roams freely in the skies. Care-free, and gracely, he hovers over Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Yet, an unexpected spell, gives him the chance to solidify; morphing into that he never thought he'd be: A Pureblood. He's a simple soul, yet far away from simplicity. Nothing in his life goes as it's supposed to, yet everything goes as planned. This is a Harry Potter fan-fiction story. Pierre and his story, as well as some minor characters, belong to me. The rest is only J.K. Rowling's. Enjoy!