A/N: Thanks for sticking with me and my obsessive habits of never updating...Â_Â...this may be the first fanfic I ever finish! Bear with me and keep me enthusiastic!
I'm walking a wire, it feel likes a thousand ways I could fall
To want is to buy, but to live is to die and you can't take it all
And everything is said and done I won't have one thing left
What happened to everything that I ever known
All he gave me was this ticket to heaven, that ticket to heaven, said to lie in the bed that
you make
Now I'm restless and I'm running from everything, I'm running from everything, I'm afraid it's
a little too late
It's a voices lie, innocents die
And all your dreams, and all your money they don't mean a thing
When everything is said and done, you won't have one thing left
What happened to everything that I ever known
All he gave me was this ticket to heaven, that ticket to heaven, said to lie in the bed that
you make
Now I'm restless and I'm running from everything, I'm running from everything, I'm afraid it's
a little too late
It's a little too late
All he gave me was this ticket to heaven, that ticket to heaven,
said to lie in the bed that you make
Now I'm restless and I'm running from everything, I'm running from everything, I'm afraid it's
a little too late
All he gave me was this ticket to heaven, that ticket to heaven, said to lie in the bed that
you make
Now I'm restless and I'm running from everything, I'm running from everything, I'm afraid it's
a little too late
It's a little too late
- "Ticket to Heaven" by 3 Doors Down
Chapter 1 - Ticket to Heaven
Before the times of Harry Potter and after the age of the Marauders, there is a story seated with a most tragic end. A forbidden love affair and a choice of life laid its legend in Hogwarts walls.
We begin at Platform 9 3/4 where families have gathered to bid their children farewell for the 6year, trunks loaded onto the brilliant red train waiting to begin its eight-hour chug to the old castle. Blue suited conductors urged and ushered black robed heaps into their compartments, parents itching for freedom for them both. Among the crowds was a girl in her last year of school, freshly seventeen and desperate to hide from a broken wizarding family. She was dressed casually in and orange tanktop and jeans, long raven shaded hair falling straight down her back and over her slender shoulders to frame neon blue eyes. Her dusty grey sneakers clapped on the cement as she ran to her usual compartment, seated among a gaggle of friends deep in conversation about what they wanted to do with their last school year.
One of the shapely girls, a bright eyes redhead, waved as the door opened and the awkward young woman stumbled in, "Dracona! You didn't respond to any of my letters. Busy holidays?"
Dracona nodded, guping for breath as she recouperated from the hurried journey, "Sorry Janine. I was with Phillip's family in China for a few weeks. Didn't tell the family though, you know how that goes." She paused and swept her hair back, "Besides, what gives you the impression that they'd EVER tell me if I had mail?"
Janine shrugged and smiled, patting her shoulder, "Yeah, yeah. I know. That generally turns out poorly anyway." She paused to address the shorter girl standing beside her, her brilliant green eyes curious about something or another, "Anyway. We have a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. He's real young but they say he's got a splendid reputation."
Dracona heaved the wide black leather trunk up onto the top rack with a strained laugh, "Is he any more exciting than Mrs. Rivyn Cinders? That woman was ghastly boring. And old! Oh so old I thought she'd simply forgotten to die."
The girls laughed for a moment, the redhead shaking her amber tresses slowly, "Oh yes, his name's Avery Macallister I think. Twenty years old and apparently quite a looker."
Small talk disappeared into nothingness as the train began to move and the lengthy drawl to Hogwarts began. Dracona, Janine, and Kasey, the smaller blonde student, began changing into more acceptable school robes, a rowdy mouse-colored top poked into the apartment, bright blue-green eyes darting this way and that rather curiously, "Hey, know that new teacher-man people keep talking about? Tilly Saint-Marie's got his cabin and they say he's got a nice body. Just in case you girls wanted to know."
A shirt promptly found its way to hitting him in the face, "Get out Dylan. We can wait." Kasey booted his from the room and rolled her eyes, "Boys are icky."
And they did wait. The train let them off and they all clambered into one boat or another to eventually reach the school. The corridor leading to the Great Hall was packed with students and teachers, people shoving to get inside. Dracona found herself lost in the pour of figured and separated from her friends. She moved steadilt towards the door, rounding the corner and colliding headlong into a broad, toned figure clothed in royal blue robes. Strong hands grasped her shoulders to prevent any oncoming falls she might take. The girl looked up quickly into a pair of worried brown eyes, soft chocolate strands framing sculpted cheekbones as they slipped from the ponytail at the back of his head. He smiled warmly down at her and laughed kindly, "Whoops. Didn't hurt you there did I? Would be a shame to start my first day with a injury."
She blinked away any initial shock from the collision, "Oh no. I'm fine, Mr...?"
"Avery. Avery Macallister." He withdrew his hands and brushed off his robes carefully, "My sincerest apologies. But I suppose I'll see you in class anyway, Miss.?"
"Dracona Romans." She extended a hand and received a firm shake, turning to answer the calls of friends once lost at sea, "I'd best be off. Be seeing you professor!" She jogged off towards the Ravenclaw table and left him with a simply wave.
Avery returned the farewell and stuffed his hands in his pockets as he glided to the head table to take his place beside the menacingly old potions master, Professor Evan Wingsley, striking up casual conversation about the different pupils/ Dracona simply hopped into her usual seat and joined the conversation about strange dreams, finding everything else of the day's course insignificant.
- End Chapter 1: Ticket to Heaven -
A/N: Yes, it was rushed V_V. Well hey! If YOU wrote a story during Math Class, the most uninspiring class of the day, you'd feel rushed, too!!
I'm walking a wire, it feel likes a thousand ways I could fall
To want is to buy, but to live is to die and you can't take it all
And everything is said and done I won't have one thing left
What happened to everything that I ever known
All he gave me was this ticket to heaven, that ticket to heaven, said to lie in the bed that
you make
Now I'm restless and I'm running from everything, I'm running from everything, I'm afraid it's
a little too late
It's a voices lie, innocents die
And all your dreams, and all your money they don't mean a thing
When everything is said and done, you won't have one thing left
What happened to everything that I ever known
All he gave me was this ticket to heaven, that ticket to heaven, said to lie in the bed that
you make
Now I'm restless and I'm running from everything, I'm running from everything, I'm afraid it's
a little too late
It's a little too late
All he gave me was this ticket to heaven, that ticket to heaven,
said to lie in the bed that you make
Now I'm restless and I'm running from everything, I'm running from everything, I'm afraid it's
a little too late
All he gave me was this ticket to heaven, that ticket to heaven, said to lie in the bed that
you make
Now I'm restless and I'm running from everything, I'm running from everything, I'm afraid it's
a little too late
It's a little too late
- "Ticket to Heaven" by 3 Doors Down
Chapter 1 - Ticket to Heaven
Before the times of Harry Potter and after the age of the Marauders, there is a story seated with a most tragic end. A forbidden love affair and a choice of life laid its legend in Hogwarts walls.
We begin at Platform 9 3/4 where families have gathered to bid their children farewell for the 6year, trunks loaded onto the brilliant red train waiting to begin its eight-hour chug to the old castle. Blue suited conductors urged and ushered black robed heaps into their compartments, parents itching for freedom for them both. Among the crowds was a girl in her last year of school, freshly seventeen and desperate to hide from a broken wizarding family. She was dressed casually in and orange tanktop and jeans, long raven shaded hair falling straight down her back and over her slender shoulders to frame neon blue eyes. Her dusty grey sneakers clapped on the cement as she ran to her usual compartment, seated among a gaggle of friends deep in conversation about what they wanted to do with their last school year.
One of the shapely girls, a bright eyes redhead, waved as the door opened and the awkward young woman stumbled in, "Dracona! You didn't respond to any of my letters. Busy holidays?"
Dracona nodded, guping for breath as she recouperated from the hurried journey, "Sorry Janine. I was with Phillip's family in China for a few weeks. Didn't tell the family though, you know how that goes." She paused and swept her hair back, "Besides, what gives you the impression that they'd EVER tell me if I had mail?"
Janine shrugged and smiled, patting her shoulder, "Yeah, yeah. I know. That generally turns out poorly anyway." She paused to address the shorter girl standing beside her, her brilliant green eyes curious about something or another, "Anyway. We have a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. He's real young but they say he's got a splendid reputation."
Dracona heaved the wide black leather trunk up onto the top rack with a strained laugh, "Is he any more exciting than Mrs. Rivyn Cinders? That woman was ghastly boring. And old! Oh so old I thought she'd simply forgotten to die."
The girls laughed for a moment, the redhead shaking her amber tresses slowly, "Oh yes, his name's Avery Macallister I think. Twenty years old and apparently quite a looker."
Small talk disappeared into nothingness as the train began to move and the lengthy drawl to Hogwarts began. Dracona, Janine, and Kasey, the smaller blonde student, began changing into more acceptable school robes, a rowdy mouse-colored top poked into the apartment, bright blue-green eyes darting this way and that rather curiously, "Hey, know that new teacher-man people keep talking about? Tilly Saint-Marie's got his cabin and they say he's got a nice body. Just in case you girls wanted to know."
A shirt promptly found its way to hitting him in the face, "Get out Dylan. We can wait." Kasey booted his from the room and rolled her eyes, "Boys are icky."
And they did wait. The train let them off and they all clambered into one boat or another to eventually reach the school. The corridor leading to the Great Hall was packed with students and teachers, people shoving to get inside. Dracona found herself lost in the pour of figured and separated from her friends. She moved steadilt towards the door, rounding the corner and colliding headlong into a broad, toned figure clothed in royal blue robes. Strong hands grasped her shoulders to prevent any oncoming falls she might take. The girl looked up quickly into a pair of worried brown eyes, soft chocolate strands framing sculpted cheekbones as they slipped from the ponytail at the back of his head. He smiled warmly down at her and laughed kindly, "Whoops. Didn't hurt you there did I? Would be a shame to start my first day with a injury."
She blinked away any initial shock from the collision, "Oh no. I'm fine, Mr...?"
"Avery. Avery Macallister." He withdrew his hands and brushed off his robes carefully, "My sincerest apologies. But I suppose I'll see you in class anyway, Miss.?"
"Dracona Romans." She extended a hand and received a firm shake, turning to answer the calls of friends once lost at sea, "I'd best be off. Be seeing you professor!" She jogged off towards the Ravenclaw table and left him with a simply wave.
Avery returned the farewell and stuffed his hands in his pockets as he glided to the head table to take his place beside the menacingly old potions master, Professor Evan Wingsley, striking up casual conversation about the different pupils/ Dracona simply hopped into her usual seat and joined the conversation about strange dreams, finding everything else of the day's course insignificant.
- End Chapter 1: Ticket to Heaven -
A/N: Yes, it was rushed V_V. Well hey! If YOU wrote a story during Math Class, the most uninspiring class of the day, you'd feel rushed, too!!