This story is a Harry Potter fanfic. It is only by Kat so if you are looking for Norma stuff,go to a different name.
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Disclaimer:I own everything in this chapter,except the poem,but after this everything but Dana belongs to JKR!OH! The title belongs to Robert Frost!
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TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both.
And be one traveler,long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other,as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Tough as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh,I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
-Robert Frost,The Road Not Taken
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Prologue:Traveling By Moonlight
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I left. It's as simple as that. I couldn't take it any longer,and I left. I waited until he was asleep,and then,just as the moon came peeking from behind the clouds,I opened the door and walked out.No looking back.
I walked,dragging my heavy bag behind me,for what seemed like days,which in reality turned out only to have been but a mere hour.I trudged on through the darkness,cold and lonely,but I didn't turn back.I wouldn't,I couldn't.He was there.There was nowhere to go but forward,and that is exactly where I went.
I walked along the side of the road,shivering in the cold night air,which had seemed as though it was only there to get me to go back where I had came from. It was the beginning of fall,but there was a slight frostiness to the air,which whipped my bare face and froze my ears.
I continued to walk,the wet ground soaking my shoes and seeping in to soak my socks as well. I pulled my jacket tighter around myself,trying to keep what warmth was available plentiful.I failed miserably.
Finally,when I could take no more,I collapsed on the ground,dropping my bag onto the ground beside me.
The dam of strength that I built to hold back my emotions broke and I burst into tears,weeping uncontrolably into my hands. I'm not sure how long I stayed like that until a nice stranger in a navy blue pickup truck pulled over and picked me up.He through my suitcase in the bed of the truck and opened the passenger door so I could climb in.I did so gratefully.He shut the door and hurried around to the other side and hopped in.He started the engine and pulled back onto the road.We drove in silence until finally he spoke up.
"What's your name,hun?"he asked in a strong southern accent.
"Dana."I said in a small voice.
"I knew a Dana once.Very nice woman.I'm Kirk."He said,smiling broadly at me."What were ya doin' out there all alone like that.It's only forty-nine degrees outside."
"I was getting away."I said shortly.He raised an eyebrow.
"Away from what,if ya don't mind my askin'."
"Life."
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Kirk drove me to a nearby motel,asking me questions the entire time.I answered them quickly and shortly,not giving him any real details. He seemed satisfied by my answers anyway.When we reached the motel,"The Lobo Lodge",he stopped the truck and turned off the engine.
"Well,Miss Dana,here we are.You sure you'll be okay?"he asked.I nodded and opened the door."Well it's been a pleasure.I hope we meet again sometime. And you remember,if you ever need any help you just call on Ole Kirk Douglass.I'm in the book."I smiled faintly and climbed out of the truck.I waved as he pulled out of the parking lot and then I went inside the motel. The place was run down,and the man behind the counter looked poor and run down as well.When I opened the door,a little bell rang and the man looked up at me with tired eyes.
"Can I help ya?"he asked.I walked to the counter and pulled out my wallet.
"Yes,I'd like a room please."I said.
"Would ya like a single,double,queen,or king?"
"Double please."
"$39.95 a night. How many nights you stayin'?"
"One."I handed him my Visa card and he handed me my room key.
"Thank you."I took my key and went to my room.
"304. 304. Where in the hell is 304."I said to myself. "Oh,there it is."I put the key in the lock and opened the door. I walked in,closing and locking the door behind me. I dropped my bag on the bed and it groaned in protest.I groaned along with it.I sighed and fell backwards onto the bed.I large cloud of dust burst forth from the sheets and threw me into a fit of coughing. I sat up and then went to the little coffee maker in the corner of the room. I started it and put in the coffee. Then I went into the bathroom.I turned on the faucet on the sink and fill the basin with warm water. I dipped my face in and then leaned back up.I grabbed a rag off of a shelf above the toilet and dried my face. I stared at my image in the mirror for a moment and then went back out. I went and poured myself a cup of coffee in a mug beside the coffee maker and then walked to the window. I took a sip of the coffee and pulled back the curtain. I gasped and the mug dropped from my hand,smashing on the floor. He was there,in the parking lot,staring up at the window. He brought a finger to his neck and slashed it across his throat. I coughed and blinked and looked back down at the parking lot.
But he was gone. There was no trace of him. I started breathing heavily and searched around the parking lot. I got to the point of hyperventilating and then my legs folded and I fell to the floor. I started crying again.
When I could stand again,I got up and went to get a rag. I cleaned up the mess I had made with the coffee and dropped the broken pieces into the trash. I curled up on the bed and pulled the blanket up over my head.I was more exhausted than I thought and fell asleep quickly.
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Disclaimer:I own everything in this chapter,except the poem,but after this everything but Dana belongs to JKR!OH! The title belongs to Robert Frost!
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TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both.
And be one traveler,long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other,as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Tough as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh,I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
-Robert Frost,The Road Not Taken
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Prologue:Traveling By Moonlight
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I left. It's as simple as that. I couldn't take it any longer,and I left. I waited until he was asleep,and then,just as the moon came peeking from behind the clouds,I opened the door and walked out.No looking back.
I walked,dragging my heavy bag behind me,for what seemed like days,which in reality turned out only to have been but a mere hour.I trudged on through the darkness,cold and lonely,but I didn't turn back.I wouldn't,I couldn't.He was there.There was nowhere to go but forward,and that is exactly where I went.
I walked along the side of the road,shivering in the cold night air,which had seemed as though it was only there to get me to go back where I had came from. It was the beginning of fall,but there was a slight frostiness to the air,which whipped my bare face and froze my ears.
I continued to walk,the wet ground soaking my shoes and seeping in to soak my socks as well. I pulled my jacket tighter around myself,trying to keep what warmth was available plentiful.I failed miserably.
Finally,when I could take no more,I collapsed on the ground,dropping my bag onto the ground beside me.
The dam of strength that I built to hold back my emotions broke and I burst into tears,weeping uncontrolably into my hands. I'm not sure how long I stayed like that until a nice stranger in a navy blue pickup truck pulled over and picked me up.He through my suitcase in the bed of the truck and opened the passenger door so I could climb in.I did so gratefully.He shut the door and hurried around to the other side and hopped in.He started the engine and pulled back onto the road.We drove in silence until finally he spoke up.
"What's your name,hun?"he asked in a strong southern accent.
"Dana."I said in a small voice.
"I knew a Dana once.Very nice woman.I'm Kirk."He said,smiling broadly at me."What were ya doin' out there all alone like that.It's only forty-nine degrees outside."
"I was getting away."I said shortly.He raised an eyebrow.
"Away from what,if ya don't mind my askin'."
"Life."
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Kirk drove me to a nearby motel,asking me questions the entire time.I answered them quickly and shortly,not giving him any real details. He seemed satisfied by my answers anyway.When we reached the motel,"The Lobo Lodge",he stopped the truck and turned off the engine.
"Well,Miss Dana,here we are.You sure you'll be okay?"he asked.I nodded and opened the door."Well it's been a pleasure.I hope we meet again sometime. And you remember,if you ever need any help you just call on Ole Kirk Douglass.I'm in the book."I smiled faintly and climbed out of the truck.I waved as he pulled out of the parking lot and then I went inside the motel. The place was run down,and the man behind the counter looked poor and run down as well.When I opened the door,a little bell rang and the man looked up at me with tired eyes.
"Can I help ya?"he asked.I walked to the counter and pulled out my wallet.
"Yes,I'd like a room please."I said.
"Would ya like a single,double,queen,or king?"
"Double please."
"$39.95 a night. How many nights you stayin'?"
"One."I handed him my Visa card and he handed me my room key.
"Thank you."I took my key and went to my room.
"304. 304. Where in the hell is 304."I said to myself. "Oh,there it is."I put the key in the lock and opened the door. I walked in,closing and locking the door behind me. I dropped my bag on the bed and it groaned in protest.I groaned along with it.I sighed and fell backwards onto the bed.I large cloud of dust burst forth from the sheets and threw me into a fit of coughing. I sat up and then went to the little coffee maker in the corner of the room. I started it and put in the coffee. Then I went into the bathroom.I turned on the faucet on the sink and fill the basin with warm water. I dipped my face in and then leaned back up.I grabbed a rag off of a shelf above the toilet and dried my face. I stared at my image in the mirror for a moment and then went back out. I went and poured myself a cup of coffee in a mug beside the coffee maker and then walked to the window. I took a sip of the coffee and pulled back the curtain. I gasped and the mug dropped from my hand,smashing on the floor. He was there,in the parking lot,staring up at the window. He brought a finger to his neck and slashed it across his throat. I coughed and blinked and looked back down at the parking lot.
But he was gone. There was no trace of him. I started breathing heavily and searched around the parking lot. I got to the point of hyperventilating and then my legs folded and I fell to the floor. I started crying again.
When I could stand again,I got up and went to get a rag. I cleaned up the mess I had made with the coffee and dropped the broken pieces into the trash. I curled up on the bed and pulled the blanket up over my head.I was more exhausted than I thought and fell asleep quickly.