Why did he have to exist ?
(part one)
I am so sorry…I have never written a romantic story of any kind before, especially a Harry Potter one. It's valentines day, I just watched Casablanca and I couldn't help myself.>
He was standing at the door to his house, watching the wind blow across the plains. How long had it been..five years? Ten? He couldn't remember anymore. She left you in London silly, he told himself, why would she come back now. She doesn't even know where you are. You need to move on, I'm sure she has. He brushed his hair out his eyes, and watched the couples walking on the beach. It just wasn't fair, why couldn't he be as happy as that. You could be that happy, he heard the voice inside him say, if you would only put her behind her. You have tons of girls after you, you could have any girl in Marseilles. I know, he told himself, but it's not the same, not after she hurt me, I know it wouldn't be love. He heard the clock behind him strike one, and he walked into his house to have a drink and go to bed.
He woke up the next morning, gazing at the window as the sun came streaming in. Looking at his clock he realized he still has an hour before he needed to go to work. But then again, he was the prefect for the wizarding police in Marseilles and he could be at work any time he wanted. Prefect at Hogwarts to Prefect of Police, some things never change. Then of course there was that year in London with her. It always came back to her. That's that way had been for some time now. He tried to forget, but it just didn't work. Not knowing what to do, he decided to take a walk on the beach, try to get his mind on other things. Of course it didn't work, so he returned to his house, to get dressed for work.
He arrived at his office about ten after ten. The place was already bustling with the work for the day. Sitting down at his desk, he noticed he had two new reports to read. One was just the normal misuse of Magic repport, and the other was from England. He wondered what it could be. Picking it, he opened it slowly, trying not to rip the paper. It was from the head of Wizarding police there in Britain. In the letter it talked about a muggle criminal, not actually a criminal in their eyes, but one according to the wizarding laws. He had been accused of writing trash about the ministry of Magic in underground newspaper, trying to get people to revolt. Of course the Ministry of Magic was none other then Draco Malfoy. He could care less if he was overthrown, but of course he kept that opinion to himself. The mans name was John Malcolm, and he was said to be heading towards Marseilles. Where had heard that name before. He knew it sounded familiar, besides reading it in the papers. Then he remembered. He had heard her talk about it. It just wasn't fair, he could never escape. Stuffing the report in his desk, he went on to some other work, something that wouldn't bring a memory.
OHH..what a cliffhanger…not really, but thats ok...Oh the questions... Who is he? Who is her? Will John be caught? Will they ever get back together? What the heck was I thinking when I wrote this part of the story? >
Ok..this was orignally suppose to be the end of the first part..but for some strange reason the site wouldn't let me upload. You don't know the trouble I have gone through trying to upload it..since the 14th. I don't know, it's really pissing me off. Other people can upload their stories, why not me? I guess if you are reading this I got it to upload..then I am a very lucky person>