Authors Note: I have been non writing for almost two years. I promised my father on his deathbed that I would finish my HP story and it would be posted. However, I didn't expect not to want to write. So with that said, I am rusty.
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I had originally started this out as a story where you wouldn't know who the guy was to begin with. Now, with the way this has to be posted, it is known. Sort of bites but I am not going to change the prologe of the story.
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I hope everyone will enjoy my return journey into fan fiction and I hope this is enjoyed.
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As stated, this is just the prologe so it is short. Chapter 1 will be up soon, I hope.
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Prologe
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He had just left, no warning, no letters left. Nothing. Timing was everything, everyone was gone when he walked out the door.
He still had access to the funds, he had waited until two weeks ago to try to use his bank card. He had cash, he was curious. By the time they traced the withdrawl, he would be gone.
Stops were for gas only, and to rent a room for a shower. Cahs paid for everything, no papaer trail, not yet. Had they wondered about him, worried or tried to locate? He didn't care right now.
Two weeks without food. He hunted this night, ate his fill, back to his room to shower, then back on the road again. He left a tip for the cleaner, wrapped his clothes in a plastic bag, tossed them into the backseat as he got into the car and then was gone.
Driving through the day, he only rolled down his window at night. He closed his eyes, hearing a guitar and a voice. Making a split second decission, he pulled into the town, following the two sounds.
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Girl on a street corner, singing for money. No home, no one to care. Barely made enough each night to eat, trying to save up for a room to sleep. Thanked each person for money, even if penny. After three songs, clean out case, start again.
Sings songs of pain and sorrow. Some songs of happiness sometimes. Rain starts, finishes song with sigh. Bends down only to get shock as stack of bills slip into case, man above with smirk.
"Come with me.", he whispers.
Head nods as she packs up.
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Two walk into the night.
"Flashy car.", she whispers.
He laughs while helping her inside.
"Your things?", he requests.
She leads him to an alley. Small box. Back in car, drive for miles. Cross state line, stop for food, shower and sleep.
As the door to the room closes, he looks to the sky, blinking as his contacts dissolve. Must explain to girl, hope she will understand.