+A/N: So in an effort to widen my vocabulary I have decided to use the 's Word of the Day and my love of writing.

Every day I will write a drabble (100-1,000 words) pertaining to the word of the day that will be written at the top of the section along with the definition.

I will upload every Monday (except this first time because I have been having a very off week), 1 chapter a week, totaling in 7 drabbles a chapter.

If you see me using a word incorrectly, please let me know, it is the purpose of this exercise for me after all.

Also if you liked one of the drabbles and want it to become a story shout it out and let me know.

Peace, love, and happiness will come your way when you feed the author,

Nia

January 5th (Sunday) cede – to yield or grant typically by treaty or surrender to another

"I want to invoke parley, let me speak to your leader." A battered blonde man was pounding on the door of a warehouse in the broken down district of Horizon Drive.

The red-head that answered the door grunted and pulled him inside. "Accio wand."

"I didn't bring it." With a dark stare the blonde followed the red-head to the room at the end of the hall. "Thanks"

"So Draco why the parley?" A black-haired man was sitting at the desk in front of him.

"I want to cede my manor to you so you can set the wards how you please and rid us of that bastard." He threw his fist on the desk. "He killed my mother and that pathetic excuse of a father just sat by and watched. With the magic on the manor, Lucius forfeited the ownership of the manor when he did that."

"Swear a Wizarding oath and in exchange I will keep you out of Azkaban." He held out his hand and as soon as Draco put his hand on the other man's, they completed the oath and ward switching.

"Thank you Harry, I know HE believes the Underground is being run by Neville, he still thinks you're dead." Draco hissed suddenly. "I have to go, attack soon." He walked out praying to Merlin and Salazar Harry would attack before the Dark Lord found out his plans.

January 6th (Monday) terminus – the point toward which anything tends; goal or end

He just couldn't handle it anymore. It had to end, now. He had his will written out, letters for all of his friends, and a letter for the paper which would be sent off at five in the morning. All that was left was to do it.

A simple spell to stop his heart and he will have reached his terminus. The pressure of Ginny and all the Weasley's trying to get him to marry her, the Minister trying to use him as a poster boy, Hermione trying to get him to go back to school.

Cutting worked for all of a few weeks, but it wasn't what he needed, wanted, craved.

The terminus of his life came down to this simple spell, pulsus prohibere.

FROM THE HANDS OF HARRY POTTER

The suicide note of Harry Potter!

Only 3 months have gone by since I have defeated Voldemort, and already I have been accosted by friends, what I thought was family, the ministry, and you, the public. I cannot handle it any more, so I am taking this into my own hands and ending it. I've died once already for everyone of the wizarding world.

I had the option to come back and save you all and I chose it. You're welcome. But now I need my terminus, and I've come to it with open arms.

Good-bye,

Your "savior",

Harry James Potter

This note appeared on our desk at 5 this morning, by the time the Aurors arrived at Harry Potter's house he was found dead on his bed, wand in hand. This is a sad day for the Wizarding world and will be honoured by everyone.

January 7th (Tuesday) lea – a tract of open ground, especially grassland; meadow

"Hermione, why are we here?" Ron had a basket in his hand as he followed Hermione away from the burrow.

"Oh Ronald! Honestly, don't you think it's even the slightest bit romantic to have a nice picnic in a beautiful lea?" She turned to look at him and shook her head. "Meadow Ron, a beautiful meadow."

"Oh! Well I think anywhere you are is a beautiful place to have a picnic Hermione." He laid the blanket down where she pointed and smiled at her.

"Nice save Ron. I love you too." She kissed his cheek and sat down, Ron following quickly after her.

"Great I'm hungry!" The both laughed as they set about enjoying their picnic.

January 8th (Wednesday) welkin – the sky; the vault of heaven

"Mr. Malfoy, what are you doing on the Astronomy Tower after curfew?" Professor Snape drawled once he ascended the steps.

"Looking at the welkin Professor, in the hopes I can find a name worthy of a Malfoy. I just found out I'm to be a father." Draco kept his eyes on the sky as Severus joined him.

"Perhaps Orion or Cassidy, they were always good constellations to me." His drawl was gone as he looked at his student and godson. "If I may be so rude to ask, who is the mother?" Draco looked at him, a smile forming slowly.

"Hermione Granger, she's breaking it to the other two thirds of the Golden Trio now." His smile turned to a smirk. "If only I could see the looks on their faces when they hear we've been together almost a year now."

"Well congratulations Draco, I hope you will do better than your father." Professor Snape walked away after giving him a reaffirming squeeze of the shoulder.

"So do I Severus, so do I."

January 9th (Thursday) comport – to bear or conduct (oneself); behave

"Truth or Dare Lavender?" Padma and the other girls in the dorm leaned in to hear her choice.

"Truth." She smirked at them, they had been trying to get her to take a dare all night.

"Have you gone all the way with Ron and how many times?" Padma grinned at her best friend.

"Yes, three times. Hermione truth or dare?" She smirked at the bookworm.

"Truth." Hermione set her book down, marking her page.

"Who do you have a crush on and why?" All the girls laughed as Hermione blushed furiously.

"Professor Snape, he comports himself with such strength, respect, and dignity." A bunch of squeals were heard around the dorm. "Alright, Ginny truth or dare?"

January 10th (Friday) wamble – to move unsteadily

"Oh Lavender, do sit down and let me get you some tea before you wamble yourself into complete bed rest." Mrs Weasley ushered her daughter-in-law back onto the couch, the tea set following her into the living room.

"Oh Mrs Weasley you are so helpful, if the healer hadn't restricted my magic usage I wouldn't be having this issue. Poor Ronnie has been running around the house for me right when he gets off work, he's even gone as far as to clean up the house for me." Lavender had tears in her eyes as she rubbed her very swollen belly.

"Sweetie, you are pregnant with triplets! I raised Ronald to be the utmost gentleman, anything less and he knows he wouldn't be allowed back home until he made up for it." Mrs Weasley smiled as she handed Lavender her tea.

"Just wait until these three are wambling around the house testing my and Ron's patience." Lavender smiled at her belly. "I can't wait."

January 11th (Saturday) mot – a pithy or weak remark

"Watch it Malfoy!" Harry was rubbing his shoulder as he glared at the offender.

"Back off Potter, it was an accident." Draco turned to go to his next class but stopped when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"That was a mot even for you Malfoy, are you okay?" Harry's concern for the skittish blonde was blatantly clear.

"I'm fine." He glared at Harry as he glared back, wanting the truth. "I'm just tired of all the hate, okay?"

"If that's really the case..." He put his hand out in front of Draco. "Hi, I'm Harry Potter." Draco quickly realized what he was doing and smirked, taking his hand and shaking it.

"Hi Harry, I'm Draco Malfoy."

A/N: So I hope you liked last weeks drabbles, I will be posting again next Monday (the 20th) for this weeks set. Please feed the author. Follows and favorites are great but reviews can really make my day.