hey , there ! I'm 13 and this is my first fanfic so i'm really looking forward to reviews ...
there will be a few more chapters to come but that will be after my exams :(
*bows with a flourish*
"There was a time before television, before motion pictures, before radio, before books. The greatest part of human existence was spent in such a time. Over the dying embers of the campfire, on a moonless night, we watched the stars."
-Carl Sagan
THE MEETING OF THE BROKEN SOULS
Swirling depths of silver stared out at the sky looming over him; glittering stars winking at him in all their heavenly finery. The ones furthest away, almost outside the span of human comprehension, were like flashing pinpricks in a veil of darkness, like a beacon of hope to all the lost souls on the planet.
Draco Malfoy had always been fascinated by the depths of space, an almost petulantly silent domain – forbidding, mysterious and dark. He lay in the manor's garden, the grass tickling his feet and arms., letting the gentle breeze play with his blond tresses. A few yards away, the entwined pear tree was bathed silvery white by the faint moonbeams and staring at it was Draco's favourite pastime; wishing that all those haunting memories, the strife, the pain could be erased forever from his memory.
The war had taken a great toll on him and his mother – the only person whom he truly loved . She became a hollow, defeated shell wandering aimlessly around the house, crying softly into her embroidered handkerchiefs as she gently caressed pictures of Draco smirking at the camera.
A wave of nostalgia overtook Draco as he walked down platform 9 ¾ , pushing his trolley with the Hogwarts Express puffing stream merrily. It just wasn't fair….The world moved on , never empathizing , never pitying. New and merry faces greeted him , not one looking beyond his façade at the person struggling within , trying to undo his faults ,to cope up with the aftereffects of the war and trying his hardest to cover up all the emotional scars….
"Maybe it was a truly bad idea to continue my seventh year", Draco thought bitterly.
The only ones present there who were somewhat there during the war were Blaise , the Weaselette, the Patil twins and some others whose names he didn't bother to remember. Suddenly he caught sight of a flash of unruly brown hair and his eyes widened in comprehension
Shit , GRANGER…
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* puppy dog eyes at the screen*
sorry for the short chappie and pls excuse any mistakes