This story is called AFTER. And it's my story of what happens after Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince.
I kind of skip between the first and third person. Really weird, but it's different.
Also this story starts with Draco but will show case other characters in turn.
I hope you like.
PLEASE R&R
Disclaimer: I do not on Harry Potter and. ……………………(Fill in any book title)
Thus this not being a published work. But I do own a nifty graphing calculator!
OK, without further ado
AFTER
………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
Chapter 1
Draco.
Snape told me to run, and I ran. My feet carried me on their own accord. I don't know why I ran, when I should have turned around and helped Potter, as stupid and futile as that sounds. That was my only clear thought. But I didn't. I ran, hard and fast, like the coward I was, like the coward I am.
Dumbledore tried to help me. The things he was willing to do for me. He seemed to be a light in a dark place. Listen to me I sound like a poet. But the thought of my mother and me, safe, away from the Dark Lord…. And then Snape killed him.
All hope was lost.
And that is why I ran, from the death, the screams and the curses. All of which were my doing. I ran hard and fast. I disapparated outside the gates of Hogwarts. My only thoughts were on safety. And the only safe place I could think of at the moment was a lake up in the mountains, where my mother used to take me. Before… well before everything.
And here I am. Sitting on the pebbled beach surrounding the lake. I don't know how long I've been sitting here. My thoughts have started drifting in different wild directions, and I let them, jumping from thought to thought like stepping-stones across a wide river. What ifs and maybes: what it Dumbledore had lived? What if Snape wasn't there? What if Vo… the Dark Lord had never come back?
God, why me? How many times have I asked myself this? This past year had been like Hell. No not like hell, it has been. I thought it would be easy. Easy to kill the headmaster. One of the most powerful wizards that ever lived, yet a person he trusted had defeated that stupid old man. He couldn't even stay alive long enough to save me and my family. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
I wish… What do I wish? That my father had been a better man? That he had really renounced the Dark Lord after His fall, instead of just pretending too? That…
It's useless wishing, Dumbledore is DEAD!
My mission is complete. I should be excited, He will be happy. Then why do I feel a horrid dread building up inside me? Walls are closing in around me. How long have I been sitting here? The water lapping eerily against the shore. The chilled wind, eating away at my bones.
I am cold all over except for my left forearm, which is throbbing from hear, all because of the tattoo that I was once so proud of, and now despise. I think that I f I had a knife right now I might chop it off. I guess I could conjure one up. But that might bring ministry officials running over here. Well actually Azkaban sounds much more pleasurable than Voldemort's lair. Especially since it don't have any dementors! Maybe… "Ouch," "Stupid Dark Mark."
As the blond boy stood up he looked towards the stars and stared, seemingly making a wish. Then he turned on heels and disappeared.
………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
Okay so maybe this was a little boring. The next chapter is more exciting. If anyone wants the next chapter review and tell me. Just cause if it sucks I'll keep my writing to myself. So yeah!
R&R
MUCH LUV.