Ok. Sorry if the story starts out slow. I'm not an experienced writer, and I don't know how to work ffn's code yet. So I'm pretty much in at an impass. Not that that means much to most people, but whatever.
So. Not the first story I've written, but it is the first one I've ever even considered sticking by. Whether or not you want to read it, review it, or just pass by go all depends on you. I don't care if you review, but if you do I'll be a happy duckling...especially if you like it. Then I'll be a giddy girl who's just received her first kiss. Yes, I'm pretty much riding this story out with no confidence backing it up what so ever.
My muse ditched me somewhere when I was typing this and took me a week to catch it and get back on track. With that kind of time span, my ideas just disappeared like a flame in a glass jar. So this chapter/prologue isn't up to par with my other chapters. Also, on a side note, I sent this to my friend for beta-ing but she hasn't sent it back. That, or something with wrong with ffn and it felt like eating up a perfectly editing chapter. Needless to say I'm just not happy with how this story is going to start.
bah humbug and all that jazz.
BTW this story starts after his 5th year. Nothing after his 5th has happened at all. Why? Because I only know the details of his 1st through 5th years. Sorry.
I wanted to fill this up with something funny but I don't have a particular story that deals with this chapter. Unless you want to hear about my friend's orchestra's official manwich-on-a-sofa incident. I'll just save it for the end if you want to read it.
My muse refuses to believe I own the Harry Potter characters. What the muse says, goes. Or else I can't write/type my stories.
Back Again.
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Sand. It's everywhere. I sincerely wish the scenery outside this window would change soon. Even a bit of cacti wouldn't be so bad, but I guess it isn't meant to be. The steel wheels of the train make a nice soothing sound against the iron tracks. Taking a few minutes to dose off might not be bad and the scene outside my own window might change when I wake up.
Yeah, I'm just saying that. That's a bunch load of crap spewing out of my mouth. This world I live in is totally barren to the core. There's no water, no greens, no life…save for our own human species. All except for the few greenhouses, with each a size of a small island, that were built to keep our population alive. They're artificial though, so they don't count.
My mouth stretches out wide to accompany the yawn that comes out of it. I let out a sigh. This body needs sleep, I know because I've been awake for 3 days straight, but I can't allow myself to doze off. I'm supposedly headed nowhere, but I have a destination that is somewhere. I just don't know where the hell I'm headed yet, that's all.
If I ever find out where the fuck I'm going, I could probably round up some followers with my way of words. I could travel around with a gang of people and demand free food since I never have the money to pay for it.
My mind just loves to wander. Another sigh escapes the clutches of my throat.
This train isn't very crowded now that I look at it. There are just a few pairs and groups here and there. A small baby cries every now and then breaks the silence of the train car, along with a sound of a snore traveling over and about. The only other sound that fills the void of this silence is that definite, but smothered, sound of the wheels against the tracks and the wind that passes by.
As I ignore the need to sleep that comes from my own brain, I look up ahead out of the window. It's a big castle. A barren castle. A castle that looks old beyond belief with a dried out lake in front of it.
Again I ignore my body's needs and the protest it gives as I stand. I raise my arm up and tug the rope next to my seat.
I've found my destination.
A sizable dust cloud rolls over me as the train leaves me at Hogwarts. I laugh a bit to myself. The first time I came here Hogwarts was full of grandeur and mystical aura that just made it seem alive.
Now? The whole pile of rocks looks pathetic. Sand piling over the sides of its walls, and plenty of wrecked windows and busted up roofs don't really equal grand to me. A person can't blame the poor building. No one bothered to protect it ever since Dumbledore was killed and the Ministry deemed it unsafe.
Hazy as it may be, a sunset slowly fills the sky overhead. A bunch of red, orange, and purple hues drag themselves as day changes to night. What I wouldn't give for a breeze right now…
A slight rush of air passes.
I'll thank the air as a gentle wind picks up, but I'll give a glare to the sand around me for going with it and into my eyes. I curse a bit, wiping my eyes on the back of my sleeve, and begin my trek towards ol' Hogwarts.
Sand crushes beneath my feet and makes the same sound even as I get closer the place I used to call home. The front door is entirely destroyed. There are splinters still sticking out from where it used to stand. Not only that, but I step on some rotting wood while I walk down an invisible path.
It's invisible to most that only came to stay in a "school". Hogwarts was my "home" so it's different for me.
Hah. I'm super special.
I still remember the place where I had small conversations with Neville, even if the tree and that pond have gone away with time.
Stone now clicks under my feet. I turn back to face in front of me.
Neville is dead.
That statement is all the more reason as to why I remember where that spot was. My memories also have a tendency to flood my blob of a brain when I get emo or nostalgic. I passed by the spot where Hermione and Ron first kissed.
They're dead too.
I glance out the window and I see ghosts of Draco and his goons loitering around outside.
Dead, they died before Ron. But they're dead as well.
My foot steps on and cracks open an aged piece of rock. Three centimeters from where I stepped on that rock was where Luna and I found her shoes before the end of the year feast.
She's in a coma currently. Brain dead, but her father doesn't have the heart to "pull the plug" as the muggles like to say.
I don't shed anymore tears; I've run out of them. Even if I had any left I've gotten over all the sad and pain-ridden events that seem to pile up before me. I take a right turn down a corridor that has, more or less, disappeared.
I'm depressing.
After all those years of laughter and smiles with friends in my home, all I can relate to them is death or pain. Either are both equally depressing.
A sigh.
I usually let my feet drag me, since my body knows where I need to go but I don't. I take a left turn into a room with plaster peeling off walls and weathered tiles lying in the floor in no particular pattern.
A long sigh.
I've stopped in the girl's bathroom.
My body is honest, but I'm not.
Someone stab me with a spork please.
Or better yet a blunt object. That way the stupidity of letting my feet guide me won't haunt me when I die.
Even after all this traveling, Tom fucking Marvolo Shitting Riddle is the main topic in my head.
He's not dead, he's very much alive actually. I should know since he's the one up in my ass all the time. And I mean that...literally.
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Yay. -confetti shower-
OK, enough celebration. The pairing...
No, I don't know if I'm up to writing man shoving his -- up another man's --. It's uncomfortable to write when my sister likes to waltz into my room randomly. I can't lie to her because she's an adult who knows the "way of the gay". If I'm convinced to doing by either you guys or someone else (like my muse) then I will. I've read enough of it to get a gist of how to write it, but I've never attempted to do it. (total lie) I know, EPIC fail. I'm just not as horny as I used to be...
Oh yeah...manwich story. I wasn't there, and I'm not good at telling stories that are real. Get over it. It was just a bunch of high teenage boys who though laying ontop of on another on a sofa was a good idea. The one who was at the bottom now has an irritating twitch that I'm always able to notice out of the corner of my eye. Not to mention the "come hither" and sit on top aspect was awkward and scarred me.
If you guys have any questions or complaints, then e-mail it to me or write it in a review. If you wanna be a beta or just help me through my self-esteem issue...e-mail only plx.
Thx and g'bye.