Hi. I've tried to write Harry Potter fan fics before, twice actually, and
have failed both times. I hope this time I won't. Just realize I'll
probably have them be OOC but all the more interesting right?
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, JK Rowling does and she is cool.
Oh and this story switches people point of views. It's more interesting that way and it gets so annoying to write Harry this and Harry that blab la. Jk.
Draco's POV:
I hate living in this house that isn't a house. It's not a house because there's only me and my mother, living together but not really because we never talk. There is nothing to say and the time rolls on never ending.
I think I hate her. My mother. I can't stand her blonde stringy hair, her blue eyes, the way she smiles at me kindly because we are both always thinking of the same thing. Of my father who is not really a father because he is now locked away in prison where your soul gets eaten or drunken.
I don't believe his soul will be stolen or lost because I don't think he has one. He was a Death Eater. Death Eater, the name just makes me laugh. It's really all so ironic. I can just picture Voldemort chewing on a sandwich with Death as the main ingredient. Actually I can't. I have no clue. No clue what the hell my mind is thinking anymore.
A bunch of people join the dark side. They do it because it is better to befriend the devil than to be his enemy. So really these men are cowards. Merely trembling cowards!!
I find its so much better to not think. Just clear my mind of all things. It's harder than it sounds. Things come creeping back at me. Like how the last time I left the house I was hassled.
Two strong hands pushed me up against the aisle. Up against boxes of cold cereal at the super market. "Hey kid." He said shoving my head up against the boxes. "Your father was a Death Eater right? Get lost kid. We don't want you here." All I wanted was to buy some cereal, I wanted to say. Just some food to eat. Not death. I would never eat death. Only people like my ex fathers enjoy eating death. I like cereal. But I just watched him stomp away. That pompous loser. And brushed myself of staying calm and cool. And I grabbed a box of cereal. It was all I wanted in the first place jeez. I am not my father.
Ok that was the first chapter. Short but short is better. Please review because it only takes you a short second and it will make me happy for so long! Thanks. ( :
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, JK Rowling does and she is cool.
Oh and this story switches people point of views. It's more interesting that way and it gets so annoying to write Harry this and Harry that blab la. Jk.
Draco's POV:
I hate living in this house that isn't a house. It's not a house because there's only me and my mother, living together but not really because we never talk. There is nothing to say and the time rolls on never ending.
I think I hate her. My mother. I can't stand her blonde stringy hair, her blue eyes, the way she smiles at me kindly because we are both always thinking of the same thing. Of my father who is not really a father because he is now locked away in prison where your soul gets eaten or drunken.
I don't believe his soul will be stolen or lost because I don't think he has one. He was a Death Eater. Death Eater, the name just makes me laugh. It's really all so ironic. I can just picture Voldemort chewing on a sandwich with Death as the main ingredient. Actually I can't. I have no clue. No clue what the hell my mind is thinking anymore.
A bunch of people join the dark side. They do it because it is better to befriend the devil than to be his enemy. So really these men are cowards. Merely trembling cowards!!
I find its so much better to not think. Just clear my mind of all things. It's harder than it sounds. Things come creeping back at me. Like how the last time I left the house I was hassled.
Two strong hands pushed me up against the aisle. Up against boxes of cold cereal at the super market. "Hey kid." He said shoving my head up against the boxes. "Your father was a Death Eater right? Get lost kid. We don't want you here." All I wanted was to buy some cereal, I wanted to say. Just some food to eat. Not death. I would never eat death. Only people like my ex fathers enjoy eating death. I like cereal. But I just watched him stomp away. That pompous loser. And brushed myself of staying calm and cool. And I grabbed a box of cereal. It was all I wanted in the first place jeez. I am not my father.
Ok that was the first chapter. Short but short is better. Please review because it only takes you a short second and it will make me happy for so long! Thanks. ( :
