A/N- This is a small write-up dedicated to the adventure enthusiasts out there, who should believe in the saying, “Lights will guide you home.” There have been mentions about Harry Potter characters and all the credits to JRo for the beautiful book and Chris Martin and Coldplay for the song Fix You from where the inspiration for the title has been drawn.
Happy Reading folks!
As he walked under the starry night sky the only sounds audible were the rustling of the dry leaves and howling of wolves from a distance. As the pace of their howling increased progressively, his grip on the stick firmed and his steps became more calculated and he started walking slowly. He kept lingering around for a while and finally heaved a sigh of relief as the howling faded away. He sat on the ground covered with the leaves from the fall, his imagination running wild about what a blissful sight will it be in the morning when the golden rays of the sun will fall on these leaves and everything around will be a bliss, a golden bliss, so pious and pure- amber like. He looked at the night sky, the twinkling stars who are already dead by the time their lights reached us, the calm porcelain like moon faintly and feebly illuminating the dark clouds around. The clouds appeared to be in the form of a Phoenix grasping for the only source of light in the ocean of darkness. He didn’t realize how his thoughts drifted swiftly from the Saint-like night sky to fading bokeh of city lights. He had always admired life in metro cities, before readying himself for this journey little did he know about the kind of solace and content one could find in these woods. He used to be someone who sternly disliked disorderliness or when things certainly didn’t fall into places, but today he lies on the fall leaves definitely uncertain about his next step. To steady his mind he started thinking about fictions in a situation similar to him and all that came to him was Ron Weasley, how he had abandoned Harry and Hermione during their hunt for Hallows. How fervently he hoped he had a deluminator like Ron had, as much he enjoyed this night that much he wanted to escape it, run away from it and reach somewhere, anywhere.
He indeed wished for a deluminator, at least it could have guided him somewhere safer because zooming in and out of his imaginations were all sorts of negative thoughts. He didn’t realize how much of a pessimistic had he become in the last few hours, the Kingdom of solace started to appear to him bleak and inhospitable, his fears were surfacing rapidly. This fear was like a dementor, squeezing out and sucking up his happiness, he started feeling cold. Gathering all of his strength he thought of all the good things that have happened to him until now, his work, his colleagues, little did it do to uplift his spirit and then he finally focussed hard on the three faces who were precious to him and all the moments he shared with them shuffled at the back of his brain, he slowly closed his eyes and his home came into view, he started reminding him of all the good memories there and somewhere in his mind lights floated, he smiled faintly and a lone tear escaped, it was like someone had cast a Patronus charm which drove away the Dementors from him. He crouched and sported a rugged breathing. When he lifted his head up he intently looked into the darkness which seemed to have swallowed up almost everything in the woods, when he saw a flicker of light from a distance. He sat frozen at the spot ardently expecting to see the flicker again and there it was. A dim source of light, swaying left to right because of the light breeze maybe. He suddenly felt warmth in his heart which radiated to the entire body and he appeared to have regained his strength. He packed his stuff and started following the dim shimmering light. The lights were coming from a lantern hung outside an isolated house, maybe it was the only inhabited place in the neighborhood. He knocked thrice on the front door and an old person with shiny long pearly white hair, flowing beard, around hundred, opened it inviting him inside as if he already knew someone was about to come. Getting in he could smell porridge and soup. There beside the cooking pot lay two plates, flabbergasted he turned around in a questioning look asking how he knew there was going to be someone accompanying him today. Giving the enthusiast adventurer a slightly smirked smile the old individual with flowing beard said, “LIGHTS WILL ALWAYS GUIDE YOU HOME”
~ Smaranika Dash