Hi everyone! How's all the Harry Potter Fanfiction readers out there?
So I've been writing fanfiction for awhile, but this is my first story published under this name. I have friends who read fanfiction on this site, but they really don't like angst or smut or anything like that, and I'm planning on having both in this story. If you're interested in reading my other stories under my other name, PM me and I'll give you the stories names (I have two up right now, but I'm planning on putting a third up soon) and my other account name. One of my stories is uncompleted, and is a Dramione fic (but I'm still working on it, I haven't given up on it!) and the other one is a cute oneshot for Harry and Ginny.
Anyway, there's a reason why this is rated M - angst, smut, probably some underage partying, and definitely drinking and drug abuse. So if you're offended by any of those subject matters, this is not the story for you.
Sorry this is so short, the prologue is just an idea I came up with a couple months back, and I've been working on matching it to other ideas, and I finally found one that works! The rest of the chapters will be longer =)
Prologue
The boy sat motionless on the floor, shaking. He couldn't believe what had just happened. It had been like a dream and a nightmare and a fantasy, all wrapped up into one. It had been the best thing, and the worst thing, and how could that even be possible? It was just one more sign that he was going completely and totally insane.
Hadn't his parents been saying it for months? His friends? And had he listened to them? No. And look where that had gotten him – sitting on the floor with his back up against the couch, shivering like he had a bad case of the flu, clothes rumpled and hair a mess, while the girl in the next room sobbed quietly into her pillow.
How could this have happened? What had gone wrong? Well, to be fair, things had begun to go wrong so long ago, but that was all out of his control. But no, the time to blame had been a bit more recent…
He could almost taste the memory on his tongue, and oh, how sweet it tasted, like his favorite Honeydukes chocolate. He relished the feeling as he flashed back to that moment…The sunshine…the bustle of the cobbled streets…her sweet smile that hadn't been for him…
And now…How could so many things go wrong, just because of one particular moment, one brief encounter? How could things be so messed up? How could he have let them get to this point?
But he knew how, he remembered the last few months so well, just like yesterday. And he closed his eyes, remembering…
So not a lot of stuff in the prologue, it's just kind of establishing it. The first half or so of this story will be a flashback, showing how these characters got to this place, and the second half will be in the present.
So read and review, and let me know what you think!
;) Midnightbynight