It's short, it's simple, and I'm terribly sorry for it all, just, curses, I need a really good beta, and I seem to find myself short of one, it's very disconcerting. (sighs) But there is something that can make me feel better... there's this really neat little button, it's at the bottom left of your screen... no, not that left, the other left, yes, that one, it says: Submit Review, yes that's the one, there, now, click it and give me your opinions, please.
Disclaimer: I own not a thing, if I did, people would recognize me if I walked down a street, I would be able to write brilliant manuscripts in two years' time, and I would know what the bleedin' hell would happen in the seventh book!
What am I doing here? So were the thoughts of the famous Boy-Who-Lived as he walked down the deserted alley, it was a cool night, even for summer, and the breeze made him shiver and pull his windbreaker closer to his body. His bright emerald eyes darted from one dark patch to the next as the moonless night began to take its toll on his sleep deprived head, he was seeing monsters on every corner, Voldemort's minions standing in shadows and Dark Marks flashing in an empty sky. Dammit, dammit, dammit. He thought, I never should have left this late, I'll get myself killed for sure. But he couldn't have helped himself, he needed space, a place to move around, and the bedroom wasn't going to cut it when he became antsy like that. He sighed, deciding to turn and go back to Privet Drive, at least for now anyways, before something bad happened, like… Like that.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't Potter, a-wandering about, late at night, without his precious Headmaster to protect him." The sordid voice of Bellatrix Lestrange floated towards him from the mouth of the alley.
He immediately whipped out his wand, prepared to make her hurt to alleviate some of his own pain, what was that saying again? An eye for an eye…
"Potter." A low chuckle was issued, a voice he immediately identified as Lucius Malfoy, from behind him. The soft sounds of Apparition began to echo around him as more and more Death Eaters arrived on the scene.
Harry desperately searched for a way out, but to his dismay, none appeared to him, "No!" He snarled, sending off a powerful bout of spells, ricocheting them off walls, and putting all his training over his sixth year into play.
But to no avail, he was struck from behind by a simple stunning charm and he collapsed, aware of everything around him, as Lucius came close, limping badly from the nasty Breaking Hex Harry had hit him with, "You, boy, are going to die tonight." He hissed.
And he was right. The Boy-Who-Lived did indeed, die.
My mother once told me, it was okay to give opinions, so long as no one was hurt. I like to repeat that phrase enough in hopes that people would get used to the idea of REVIEWING!