My first fic on this site! Feels like a second birthday! ;D Well I'm very positive that it is more than just good. I read a lot of fics and I know what readers don't like. So you can read it without any fear!
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Dark Dark Dark Dark Dark everithing is so dark. The moon its self would creep out at the darkness the place around Ron held. It was like in that Disney cartoon about Moses, when Egyptian people couldn't even see their noses. And his head hurt like it was hit with a thousand ton airplane. But the worst thing was that there was nobody around him. He was tootally alone... Like an orphan, like a scarecrow in the middle of the abounded cornfield. Only rats were his pals now. He slowly got up from the wet soil and clay - like ground. It felt like only old rotten walls were around him. And thats exactly how it was.
- Hello? Anybody?
anybody anybody ybody body ody.
His creepy echo made his panic rise even more. It sounded so mockingly horrible. A TRAP! TRAP! DOOM! The only word that now were escaping his carrot lips.
He started walking in curkels. There were no food, no water, only few worms and pesky rodents that were also hungry and thirsty maybe even more than him.
Time flew slowly like snails with broken shells. He didn't knew how much time he spent in that place where he was. It could be a month, a year, or maybe just few hours, but maybe he died and thats how hell looks like.
Day 1
LIGHT! After tortuoucherous blindness he stayed in for days, it was like some one just punched him in the eyes. He got used to it one second later. Light was getting bigger, he could almost see the outline of his nose. Then the face appeared. A masculine, male face. But the possessor of it smelt like flowers, Hugo Boss "Femme" perfume. He was throne a cup of coffee and a sandwich with raw calamaris.
- Hey, wait...
But until he finished the door was closed.
Day 2
Rats ate Rons dinner, supper, and breakfast. So Ron started to think about eating the rats. Also to pass the time he started writing poems on the ground with his finger.
- I will write the best poem for Hermayne and sing it to her after I will get out for here.
Suddenly he was all wet. Somebody threw a bucket of water at him. That was getting weird...
!Hogwarts!
- We must find him and fast or I will get so mad that this school will be just thrown into another galaxy by my anger. Hermayne shouted
- Just calm down he cant be that far Grenge.
- I really hope he is ok Harry, because I got nothing except hope.
- We are the most powerful wizards Grenge, professor Snapes will just use some psyhic powers, read his mind, you know... black magic stuff.
- Thanks Pott you really can calm a girl down.
- Now lits get a smile on your face. I'll cast you some your favorite ice-cream Hermy.
- Thanks Harry, I really happy to have such a god and supporting friend like you.
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The sky was getting darker, its definitely gave signs that storm was heading towards the green British hills. Hills... even the most greenest grass made this place depressing, exposing the pain of people that are buried in the catacombs underneath the daisies and butterflies. It was the perfect place for him, the lonely one, the evil one, one that nobody wanted anymore. Draco always came to "The Tear Hill". He named it like that. It represented his world within, world that he will never show to anybody. Evin to the darkness that he was now! He has a secret that he will never tell, he has a face that he will never show,he has the skills that will never be used. Why? Because only one persone can give him the power to truly expose himself, and that person is...
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- Pesky rats! I will destroy them all. I really hope I can get out of this cell soon...
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And that's all for today folks ^_^ In the next chapter there will be more explanation and boy wuv :D
