Don't worry friends this is just the preface
Don't worry friends this is just the preface. I promise that not all my chapters are this short.
This story will be slash, and it will be a Harry ooc story.
Harry looked down at the body that lay by his feet. It was strange to see death this way, it was so clean. It had been murder, but to look at it the old man could have dies peacefully in his sleep save for the way his prone body twisted into impossible angles. But it was not the death of Albus Dumbledor that concerned Harry it was his own internal reaction to that death that worried him. He felt nothing, absolutely nothing, no grief, no horror, nothing. How could he stare so calmly into the face of death, stare indifferently into those unseeing eyes? Why didn't he feel anything as those around him cried out in horror and grief? He needed to get away. To run as fast as he could from the tangible anguish that filled the air. He needed answers but he didn't even know where to begin looking. Slowly he worked his way out of the crowd. The last thing he wanted was to be noticed. Reaching the back of the crowd he threw one last one look toward death and ran. He didn't know where he was going, or what he was going to death. What would the Wizarding World say now, if they could see their hero running from death.