(A/N: I AM ALIVE. I mean: BOO! Bet none of you suspected this, eh, EH?! Yep. It's another fanfic. A Harry Potter fanfic. And I know, I really shouldn't do this, I'm already waaaay behind on Eternal Desire, but I figured, what the hell - I've had this idea buzzing around in my head for ages. And it's probably rubbish - but it won't leave me alone. *Oh, and did anyone notice. The babble is not in bold…Yes, you may gasp*
So, I'll give you the story: I feel immensely guilty, seeing as I'm about to go gallivanting off to New Zealand, which means I won't update for a whole 5 weeks. (And that's going on the assumption that the second I get off the plane, completely deaf *I have dementedly-sensitive-to-pressure-ears*, utterly Jetlagged, and head brimful of Russian History; *typically - my History exam is on the day I get back* I go running off to write you all the next chapter.)
So, because of this horrible, twisty guilt that keeps eating at my stomach, I thought I'd give you all a little else to read. No, for those who were too lazy to check the description, this is not a Twilight fanfic. It's a Harry Potter one. Except I don't think the certain scar-headed myopic eyed hero's even going to appear in this one. Now please keep in mind that I will carry on updating Eternal Desire; I'm just having a bit of a change :p
Yeah, I'd appreciate it if you didn't kill me.
To all new readers: WELCOME! (Ha. I've already scared you all off, haven't I?) Do please review - I need to know if you like this; if not, I won't continue with the plot I've thought up (yes. There's a plot.) I don't care how monosyllabic your review is, anything will make me happy. But the best reviews will receive a Sneak Peaky (for all ignorant people who are thinking 'Well what the heck is a Sneaky Peaky?!': That would be a sneak peek.) of the next chapter.
Now. It's short. (Heh, this A/N's taking up half of it… :s) Prologues are MEANT to be short. Before all you reviewers with pointy things start throwing, the pointy things at me, bear in mind, that it was MEANT to be short. (Trust me. It's flipping hard to write so little…) To be perfectly honest, I think this is probably too long for a prologue. I'm giving a bit too much away. Ah well. I'm just going to count on you all not being too intelligent and working everything out.
So do me a favour would you? Try and be thick when reading this ;)
Yup. I shall SHUT UP. And let you read the oh-so-exciting-prologue!)
Betwixt and Between
By: Lily Swan
Prologue
My eyes adjust to the gloom; the darkness is splintered with a faint light. A pulsating glow. And I know that if I let my gaze seek further I'll see him. I know I'll try to escape. Take the weaker option and hide.
Instead, I walk forward. It's come down to this. Somehow, I always knew it would. Always knew it was too dreamlike, too perfect, too surreal. But it's better this way. It's meant to be. You couldn't run from your future, and you couldn't hide from your past. Life was like a giant game of chess; and I was just another pawn.
But I could have stopped this...
The nagging thought hits me, and my heart rate increases, so loud now - I'm sure he can hear it. My eyes flicker up from the floor, I stare obstinately my hands. They're white. Trembling. I knot them together, unwilling to let him see how scared I've become.
A cold envelops me. And it hits me. This is the end. This is it.
So why am I staring at my hands?
I look up to him. See his cold, virulent face. The twisted features, the sadistic gleam in his stoic eyes. The cold, impenetrable fury at what I've done. And I smile at him. Grin. Because I've stopped him, and he doesn't even realise it. I can tell my happiness infuriates him, his jaw tautens, but he doesn't act - not yet. He's watching me, waiting for me to beg - to scream. I carry on smiling. I use the name he despises, and the one he can't escape from.
"I'll see you in hell, Tom."
His scarlet eyes flash. His features twist, now set in a rictus of fury.
Yet suddenly there is a crash at the door. And he's standing there. Perfect and alive and fighting. And for a heartbeat I think I've done the wrong thing. Read everything incorrectly. His eyes meet mine, and raw fear shines in them.
And then, for a blissful, beautiful moment, everything stops. I forget that I'm scared; I forget the cold; I forget that I'm about to die.
I forget everything except him.
And the doubt creeps up on me, like ice trickling down my spine, my mind screaming at me, tears falling down my cheeks. Because I was wrong. I'm always wrong.
He's Alive…
Suddenly everything speeds up again. He's shouting, running, trying to stop him, trying to save me…
But I see the wand rise; see the blinding green light; see his lips move, emitting the silent cry and then-
I've fallen.
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(A/N: Yes. That's the prologue. And yes, it is confusing. But hey! We've got a whole story - *cough* yeah… it's going to go on for a while… - to figure out what it means. I'm not entirely sure if I'll continue with this story, so please say if you'd be interested in reading it :p But hey - even if NO ONE reads it, I'll probably end up writing it for my own enjoyment anyway. ;D And I'm going to say this one more time - seeing as I bet half of the comments I'll receive, well, hope to receive, will be along the lines of: "Why haven't you UPDATED YET?!" I will, will, will update Eternal Desire. It's far from over, never fear.)
Sneak Peek of Next Chapter:
I chide myself for thinking like this. I know I'm staring, but I can't pull my eyes away. For some reason I want him to see me. There's a feverish look in his eyes as the dart around the station, he's on the balls on his feet; I can tell he's impatient. And I can see the same longing to escape on his mind.
I notice all these things, because he looks exactly how I feel.
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Lily - who wonders if the act of not asking for readers to do a certain thing that starts with 'r' and ends with 'w' (she didn't say it ONCE! 'Comments' doesn't count :p) will somehow work in her favour… hmmm…