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writing this
Dumbledore sat on his tall wooden chair behind his grand mahogany desk in the circular headmaster's room. The look in his eyes was grave; there wasn't the twinkling that used to be there, but sad, stressed and full of sorrow. His half moon glasses were sitting on the end of his long crooked nose as he gazed up at the head boy and girl siting at the opposite side of his desk holding hands.
In the old days, they wouldn't sit within a mile of each other, but this year was different, they were in the middle of a raging war so nothing really mattered.
Flashback He sat in the furthest corner of the library, away from madam pince, she was just and evil looking bat, but he knew what real evil was, real evil was to watch someone bleed to death and not flinch but laugh and start poking them to make them squeal and they slowly left this world, or to walk up to someone, torture them beyond reckoning and then get up and walk away, leaving them there, or maybe real evil was to hate, not to love. If that was so, then he was real evil.
She approached cautiously, slowly as he watched out of the corner of his eye. This was one girl he couldn't have. The one girl he wanted to love, but the fact that she didn't love him was what made him evil. She was killing him, killing him softly.
"Granger we need to talk" he whispered hoarsely and sat back against the cols stone wall.
This was his last chance, the war would start in two hours and if he didn't get two her soon, it would be over as he went to the other side
End Flashback "Mr Malfoy, Ms Granger, it seems that you both share a prophesy, a prophesy that seemed impossible but it appears to of become true"
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ hmm. that was my first chappie , u like? Then u review!! Good cause!! Soz it iwas pretty short, the others will be longer I promise
Dumbledore sat on his tall wooden chair behind his grand mahogany desk in the circular headmaster's room. The look in his eyes was grave; there wasn't the twinkling that used to be there, but sad, stressed and full of sorrow. His half moon glasses were sitting on the end of his long crooked nose as he gazed up at the head boy and girl siting at the opposite side of his desk holding hands.
In the old days, they wouldn't sit within a mile of each other, but this year was different, they were in the middle of a raging war so nothing really mattered.
Flashback He sat in the furthest corner of the library, away from madam pince, she was just and evil looking bat, but he knew what real evil was, real evil was to watch someone bleed to death and not flinch but laugh and start poking them to make them squeal and they slowly left this world, or to walk up to someone, torture them beyond reckoning and then get up and walk away, leaving them there, or maybe real evil was to hate, not to love. If that was so, then he was real evil.
She approached cautiously, slowly as he watched out of the corner of his eye. This was one girl he couldn't have. The one girl he wanted to love, but the fact that she didn't love him was what made him evil. She was killing him, killing him softly.
"Granger we need to talk" he whispered hoarsely and sat back against the cols stone wall.
This was his last chance, the war would start in two hours and if he didn't get two her soon, it would be over as he went to the other side
End Flashback "Mr Malfoy, Ms Granger, it seems that you both share a prophesy, a prophesy that seemed impossible but it appears to of become true"
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ hmm. that was my first chappie , u like? Then u review!! Good cause!! Soz it iwas pretty short, the others will be longer I promise