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Jay
Summary:
Why do people come to a point in their lives where they just stop caring? What is it that drives them to the edge, to the point of no return? Why do they turn on the people who love them the most and hurt them? DracoXoc
What if the Sky Falls?
Chapter I
Stranger
A girl in her mid teens walked down Diagon alley during the later days of the summer. She had steel grey eyes, platinum blonde hair, and several freckles along her nose and cheeks. Her stride was confident as she wore a pair of faded, baggy jeans, black boots, a black tank top, and a fingerless glove on her right hand. She turned down a small street between Madam Malkin's and Olivander's into a darker alley. Knockturn Alley didn't have a reputation for giving people a warm welcome, but no one bothered the young girl as entered a black magic shop.
Inside was another boy her age. He too had platinum blonde hair but a gaze of ice blue. If someone didn't know better, they could have been siblings to how closely they resembled each other. He was wearing a pair of black jeans and a black cloak and was waiting for something at the counter. She went to stand next to him and waited patiently. He leaned against the counter and looked at her. He noticed she wore a pendant of some sort on a ball chain. It hung down between her breasts inside her tank top so he couldn't see it.
"It's a pleasure to meet you." He took her left hand, the one without the glove, and kissed her knuckles. He smirked at her when her cheeks tinted pink for the briefest moment.
"The pleasure is mine." She barely had time to smirk back at him when a man in his late thirties came out from behind the store. He handed the boy a note and nodded curtly to him, and then turned to her and his face lit up.
"I have it; it's right under the counter." He bent down and took a small brown box out from one of the cabinets before locking it again. He handed her the package and she laid two galleons on the glass showcase for him. He brought them to the back and left the two alone with each other. The boy held open the door for her and she watched him with a grin on her face as she passed him. Her chain fell out of her shirt and he recognized it as a pair of dog tags.
"May I ask if you were in the army?" She looked down and saw that her chain had fallen out. She fingered the twin tags momentarily and dropped them back in her shirt.
"I was dismissed from military training shortly after last Christmas." She wasn't smiling anymore, but made an attempt to change the subject. "I'm going back to school now, Hogwarts. I'm looking forward to going back actually. See, I was there for the first year and a have several friends still there. I can't wait to see them again; they probably won't even recognize me. It's been three long years." They began walking down the dimly lit street side by side.
"I'll save a seat for you on the Express." There was a look of disbelief on her face as she turned to face him. To her surprise, he was gone. As if he had vanished, there was no sign on him anywhere.
"Hey stranger, where'd you go?" She looked up and down the alley for him but he was gone. A man was leering at her from the shadows so she glared at him before deciding it was probably best for her to keep moving if she wanted to ever see Hogwarts again.