Author's Note: I have decided to start a Drabbles fic. This one is exactly 100 words, but the next few will be longer. I fail at writing short bits- this one required LOTS of editing before it hit 100.
I haven't decided on whether I want them all to flow together, or be random and unrelated. I'm using a random word generator, so I have no say over what the chapter will be about. This one is pretty neutral- you could take it as preslash. If it's going to go in chronological order in the same universe, this is the starting point. If it's going to be unrelated, then this is just another random drabble.
Thoughts on the matter?
(What's hilarious is this author's note is longer than the actual chapter.)
Disclaimer: I am not J. K. Rowling. I'm posting on fanfiction. My writing sucks. All evidence that I don't own Harry Potter.
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Harry sat in an alcove along the sixth floor, cradled between the wide sill, the wall, and the window. He gazed across the spacious grounds, thinking. A few young students were enjoying the late summer day, running and laughing and screaming.
Footsteps sounded, bringing the clacking of soles against stone floor.
Harry curled up tighter inside his secluded spot. Someone shrouded in black rounded the corner- black hair, black robes, black eyes - Harry held his breath. A bit of the fabric from the black cloak brushed his cheek.
Harry closed his eyes.
The footsteps faded, billowing black cloak trailing after.