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p style="text-align: center;"I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters. First fan fiction so cut me a break. This is a new thing i'm starting, this is set in a world after Harry Potter defeated Voldemort. /p
p style="text-align: center;""Look, I just don't think we are doing enough to find him! Our people are dying, chaos is among us and he's just gone from thin air" Ronald Weasley earnestly proclaimed his point, leaned as forward he could possibly be, his elbows leaning on the table perching his body. His face had drawn long, but still had it's soft composure. He had long since ditched the shaggy mop on top of his skull, instead he wore a clean short style of dark fiery colored hair. He looked at all of them hoping he could get his point across, though he figured he wouldn't. Finally a voice chimed in, right next to him, the voice of his wife. Hermione Weasley. "Look Ron, you know that most of us agree that our best option is him, but he isn't here very apparently, and we can solve this by ourselves" She had a tall, very mature stature about herself. The hair on her head pulled back and everyone could tell how tired she was. Almost immediately a snarky voice struck back. "First off my dear friend Granger, not everyone wants that man back, he's better gone. Second of all, your right, not only is it our only option, but we can solve this ourselves ten times better, he was nothing but waste of resources anyway" Ron struck up and glared at Draco "Don't you dare talk about him you bastard! He was my friend, and he was a better wizard and a better man than you'll ever be". Malfoy shot a smirk, leaned back and put his hands into his neatly set hair. It was the longer end of a short hair cut, stylish and standing up in the front. The sides drew down into a very well groomed beard. "Bite me ginger, stop defending the memory of someone who's one accomplishment ended up striking our world into depression, all to save his ass" The tension was so furious in the air Ron whipped his wand out, which resulted in Draco's they stood across the great oak table from one another pointing at each other with fury in their eyes. They were started to cast but before they got a letter out, a spell containing a single word was shouted and their wands flew into a large, strong hand. Silence hung in the air like smoke. "Enough god damn you both! Arguing will lead no where but a grave for either of you immature fools. You get along and you discuss, we are all this place has left, so stick together. I am in charge here, and if you so want to challenge that speak now and face your death with dignity, or you shut your mouths and get back to order!" They both looked like hounds stopped in their leashes. They stared at the tall, broad, dark figure. His dark brown hair, leaked down his face and head. "Yes Neville, sorry" "Also am sorry Neville"./p