A/N: I am doing a rewrite of all my stories, cuz I read through them
recently and I discovered that they were really corny. Plus, I am
changing most titles and all summaries.
Therefore, the rewrite of Where Will This Lead To? (now 41 Nights with the Enemy) will now begin, hopefully being longer and better.
P.S. I am posting this as a separate story so that you all can compare them. Disclaimer: I own diddly-squat in this story.
P.P.S. Until the fluff starts in later chapters, everyone will be as close to canon as I can write them. There may be a few places where they are a little OOC. When the fluff starts, well, Draco and Mione will no longer be in character and everyone else will lose a bit of their character. Even though I am ignoring D/Hr right now in this chapter, they will appear in a coming chapter.
Chapter One
A young woman was running, her long and wavy auburn hair was flowing out behind her as she dashed away from an unseen evil. In her arms, she was carrying a small child who looked no older than 3 months.
As she approached a small corner street with the street sign Privet Drive, she collapsed next to the house labeled #4.
In that very house, a medium-sized boy woke up, his scar burning and his face covered with sweat.
If he only knew that in the very next room, his porky cousin Dudley had just woken up to the very same dream.
***
"HARRY POTTER," Uncle Vernon's voice carried throughout the house, "HARRY POTTER, GET DOWN HERE AND COOK OUR BREAKFAST!"
Sighing, Harry got up, and, still in his pajamas, went downstairs.
***
When all were sitting around the kitchen table, Harry, forgetting how much his only living relatives hated hearing about his dreams and thoughts, said:
"I had the weirdest dream last night," and before his uncle and aunt could speak up, he continued, "A woman who looked a lot like my mum was running with a baby in her arms and she collapsed in front of this house."
Dudley looked up briefly with a wild look on his piggy face, half a slice of bacon hanging out of his mouth.
"How many times, boy, do we need to tell you that you are not to speak of your dreams in this house!" Uncle Vernon said in a deadly whisper.
Across the table, Dudley was wolfing down his food faster than usual.
***
"Potter!" Dudley called after his cousin as he climbed the stairs to his bedroom. (A/N: Harry, not Dudley, is climbing the stairs.)
"What?" Harry asked, exasperatedly, turning to face his cousin.
Dudley ran up the stairs and when he got to Harry, he grabbed him and pushed him against the upstairs wall, knocking a picture of a small country ranch with a paddock full of horses askew.
"What the hell were you playing at, saying you had that dream?" Dudley demanded.
"Why do you care?" Harry asked, a miffed look on his face, "It wasn't your mum in that dream, now was it?" He was pleased to see Dudley looking very pissed off.
"How do either of us know that it wasn't my mum?" Dudley asked, and Harry noticed a slightly edgy tone to it.
***
"Come on, Valletta!" Draco Malfoy called to a girl who was practically a carbon copy of himself, except with much longer hair.
"What is it that's so super important, Draco?" The girl, who we'll assume is Valletta, called back.
"Concert...Weird Sisters...can't run...must fall down and make grass angels..." Draco attempted to yell back, but having run too fast, his voice wasn't exactly at it's very best.
Catching up to her twin brother, Valletta looked down and said, "So this is the pride of Slytherin, reduced to making grass angels...will this world never make sense?"
"Oh, shut it Valletta!" Draco said.
"Oh, and Draco? You have grass stains." Valletta said, laughing as her brother jumped up and rubbed his robes frantically.
Laughing at her joke, Valletta said, "Come on, or we'll be late for the concert."
The two of them raced off towards the theatre. Who do you think won?
***
"Ha! Beat you!" Valletta cried out in triumph.
"Just...because you're...in track...doesn't mean I can't beat you at Quidditch..." Draco panted.
"Ooooh, are you challenging me?" Valletta asked, sarcastically.
Valletta, to her family's dismay, was a muggle. In fact, she was the only muggle that Draco was actually reasonably nice to. The rest of the family? Well, that's a different story...
***
A/N: You like? Next chappie, pure Valletta...I like her! She's easy to write cuz she's a lot like me! Except my name isn't Valletta...wish it were, though. It's a coolio name!
Special Thanks goes to Katcat, who demanded I post the rewrite. Thanks, Kat!
Also, I apologize for not having this be anything like Where Will This Lead To? That story was hopeless and I'm not updating it anymore. Sorry, but that's just the way it is...
BTW, does anyone here wanna be my beta reader for this story? (Special Thanks to harrypottermagic32 for telling me what a beta reader is!) Review and tell me!
OK, lemme tell ya, it took me 3 WEEKS to write this chapter. If you don't review, I don't update. Got it? Good. Now, the little review button is not hard to click. In fact, its pretty simple. So, click it and drop me a line. I will accept all reviews, even flames. But don't threaten to kill me if I do D/Hr. Thanks!
Therefore, the rewrite of Where Will This Lead To? (now 41 Nights with the Enemy) will now begin, hopefully being longer and better.
P.S. I am posting this as a separate story so that you all can compare them. Disclaimer: I own diddly-squat in this story.
P.P.S. Until the fluff starts in later chapters, everyone will be as close to canon as I can write them. There may be a few places where they are a little OOC. When the fluff starts, well, Draco and Mione will no longer be in character and everyone else will lose a bit of their character. Even though I am ignoring D/Hr right now in this chapter, they will appear in a coming chapter.
Chapter One
A young woman was running, her long and wavy auburn hair was flowing out behind her as she dashed away from an unseen evil. In her arms, she was carrying a small child who looked no older than 3 months.
As she approached a small corner street with the street sign Privet Drive, she collapsed next to the house labeled #4.
In that very house, a medium-sized boy woke up, his scar burning and his face covered with sweat.
If he only knew that in the very next room, his porky cousin Dudley had just woken up to the very same dream.
***
"HARRY POTTER," Uncle Vernon's voice carried throughout the house, "HARRY POTTER, GET DOWN HERE AND COOK OUR BREAKFAST!"
Sighing, Harry got up, and, still in his pajamas, went downstairs.
***
When all were sitting around the kitchen table, Harry, forgetting how much his only living relatives hated hearing about his dreams and thoughts, said:
"I had the weirdest dream last night," and before his uncle and aunt could speak up, he continued, "A woman who looked a lot like my mum was running with a baby in her arms and she collapsed in front of this house."
Dudley looked up briefly with a wild look on his piggy face, half a slice of bacon hanging out of his mouth.
"How many times, boy, do we need to tell you that you are not to speak of your dreams in this house!" Uncle Vernon said in a deadly whisper.
Across the table, Dudley was wolfing down his food faster than usual.
***
"Potter!" Dudley called after his cousin as he climbed the stairs to his bedroom. (A/N: Harry, not Dudley, is climbing the stairs.)
"What?" Harry asked, exasperatedly, turning to face his cousin.
Dudley ran up the stairs and when he got to Harry, he grabbed him and pushed him against the upstairs wall, knocking a picture of a small country ranch with a paddock full of horses askew.
"What the hell were you playing at, saying you had that dream?" Dudley demanded.
"Why do you care?" Harry asked, a miffed look on his face, "It wasn't your mum in that dream, now was it?" He was pleased to see Dudley looking very pissed off.
"How do either of us know that it wasn't my mum?" Dudley asked, and Harry noticed a slightly edgy tone to it.
***
"Come on, Valletta!" Draco Malfoy called to a girl who was practically a carbon copy of himself, except with much longer hair.
"What is it that's so super important, Draco?" The girl, who we'll assume is Valletta, called back.
"Concert...Weird Sisters...can't run...must fall down and make grass angels..." Draco attempted to yell back, but having run too fast, his voice wasn't exactly at it's very best.
Catching up to her twin brother, Valletta looked down and said, "So this is the pride of Slytherin, reduced to making grass angels...will this world never make sense?"
"Oh, shut it Valletta!" Draco said.
"Oh, and Draco? You have grass stains." Valletta said, laughing as her brother jumped up and rubbed his robes frantically.
Laughing at her joke, Valletta said, "Come on, or we'll be late for the concert."
The two of them raced off towards the theatre. Who do you think won?
***
"Ha! Beat you!" Valletta cried out in triumph.
"Just...because you're...in track...doesn't mean I can't beat you at Quidditch..." Draco panted.
"Ooooh, are you challenging me?" Valletta asked, sarcastically.
Valletta, to her family's dismay, was a muggle. In fact, she was the only muggle that Draco was actually reasonably nice to. The rest of the family? Well, that's a different story...
***
A/N: You like? Next chappie, pure Valletta...I like her! She's easy to write cuz she's a lot like me! Except my name isn't Valletta...wish it were, though. It's a coolio name!
Special Thanks goes to Katcat, who demanded I post the rewrite. Thanks, Kat!
Also, I apologize for not having this be anything like Where Will This Lead To? That story was hopeless and I'm not updating it anymore. Sorry, but that's just the way it is...
BTW, does anyone here wanna be my beta reader for this story? (Special Thanks to harrypottermagic32 for telling me what a beta reader is!) Review and tell me!
OK, lemme tell ya, it took me 3 WEEKS to write this chapter. If you don't review, I don't update. Got it? Good. Now, the little review button is not hard to click. In fact, its pretty simple. So, click it and drop me a line. I will accept all reviews, even flames. But don't threaten to kill me if I do D/Hr. Thanks!