Hey all! This is my second writing, so still learning the ropes...

I am very excited about where this will go. So this is like towards the end of the story, and then it will come back to the begining. It's supposed to be confusing and weird, it's all about atmosphere and mood. :)

So the title of this chapter is "Politik", and amazing song by Coldplay. I recommend you listen to it while reading, it is perfect for how she is feeling. Especially the part at about 4:00 minutes. It's great tension and anger and being upset.

Thanks so much and enjoy!


As I ran down the hall, the adrenaline rush from the fear kicked in and I broke into a sprint. The pounding of my heart and my labored breathing were the only sounds around, or maybe I was just ignorant to everything around me. When I rounded the last corner and came into the courtyard, I felt the rain drops slowly hit my face as I surveyed the scene I had barged in upon. I stopped running and almost doubled over from the exertion I had caused my body. The boy I had learned to love was lying on the ground, blood covering his shirt, and another standing above him with a triumphant grin spreading on his face. My heart lurched forward, and my feet soon followed it. In slow motion, I screamed his name and began to run to him. Suddenly, I was caught from behind and held in place.

"No! Get your hands off of me! Can't you see he needs help? Let me go!" I screamed like this until my throat was sore and everything passing my lips was barely a whisper. This didn't actually take long with what condition my lungs were in from running.

A voice called out, "It's alright, let her go. She deserves to know." I broke out of my captors arms and fell besides the lying body. I placed my hands on either side of his face and slowly told myself this wasn't happening. I realized that I was speaking out loud, and I turned onto the standing figure.

"This is your fault! He didn't mean any harm, I swear. I know his past with you has been horrid and crude, but please believe me. This is not how it should have ended. Something must have gone wrong, he did not mean this. Please." I said this with growing confidence, as the figure's face turned softer by the end of my speech. By now, the tears and rain had mixed running down my cheeks, so I felt partly concealed by this mask.

The lone figure was now outlined by the twilight sky; you could only see the silhouette of the tall lanky boy. I knew him as one of the most famous wizards to ever have lived, but right now I couldn't care less. He hurt him, and for that he would pay. I stopped at that last thought and said to myself, "he never would have wanted me to think this way. Get a grip and stay focused." I looked back down at the white blond haired boy on the ground, and then back up at his attacker. I made a choice that may have been the wrong choice, but for the right reasons. As I lowered my wand, I quietly whispered, "I'm so sorry, Draco."


I know, I know, short. I guess it's my style to start out short and then make you wait. My bad.

Please R&R! Other authors out there all know how annoying it is to see that 300 people read your story and like 6 reviewed. Grr...

Well hope you like. Thanks! Next chapter will be up soon!