A/N: I am really winging it this time. I am just writing as I go, I have no inspiration, and I'm bored. I really, REALLY need sugar! Anyway, I really hope it turns out okay... Please review with constructive criticism so I can fix what needs to be fixed :)
Voldemort was angry. That much he knew.
He wasn't sure of much these days. After the death of Sirius, he had gone through life in a blur, hardly aware of what was happening. Then Snape killed Dumbledore, and he was surprised that he was able to move on at all... His life had taken an abrupt turn, and he didn't know where to go with it all. His friends had tried to help, but they had hardly done so... he honestly didn't know if he could be helped at all at this point. Again, he wasn't sure of much anymore.
But Voldemort was angry. Raging-like-fire angry. His scar told him that.
Harry pondered over this new knowledge. What on Earth could make the Dark Lord this mad? What was he planning that had gone wrong? And, most importantly, how did it concern him?
A/N: These are probably your thoughts, or will be.
Oh, so Breeze finally wrote a serious story.
No, not serious. Sirius Black :)
Wait... this is Breeze we're talking about...
So it can't be serious...
Can it...?
I'm so confused!
Enlighten me, Breeze!
Oh I shall, Grasshopper. I shall.
Ok, that was random... anyway this story does seem serious, doesn't it? I surprised MYSELF! I don't know where this story will go, but maybe you will be surprised.
Or maybe you won't.
Depends...
~Breeze