OMG. I was digging in my old files the other day and I found this Harry Potter fanfic. It's probably the most horrendous story I have ever dug up. But until I show it to the world to be ridiculed, it cannot be laid to rest in peace.
Therefore, I present to you one of the worst examples of writing I have ever produced. Convince me otherwise.
WARNINGS: The 6th book did not happen. I wrote this story a year ago, when I had just finished the 5th book. So now, Dumbledore's still alive. In fact, I have changed the characters a bit from the 5th book too. So now Harry's non-angsty. Good.
I was so stupid back then.
There it was. Platform 9 ¾.
Harry called out to his friends and grinned when Hermione ran to give him a hug. Ron stood nearby, looking silly, while Ginny was ferociously pointing at her brother and then back at Hermione. She was definitely giving Harry some kind of clue, but before he could ask her, Mrs. Weasley had ushered them along, complaining that they were all going to miss the train.
Ginny went first, running into the wall. She quickly disappeared. Hermione looked at Harry and, when he nodded, grabbed Ron's hand so they could walk through together. When no one was looking, they also fell through to meet the Hogwarts Express------
------except first they happened to collide with a blonde-haired, pointy-chinned student who stumbled back quite a bit from the force of impact. Hermione and Harry did not register this immediately, but Ron did.
"Malfoy," he breathed.
Draco looked up at them with no contempt----or feeling, for that matter; he seemed at loss to their faces, almost as though he didn't recognize them.
Then something dawned in his eyes and his face contorted into a scowl they knew well. "Potter, Weasley," he acknowledged nastily. His eyes fell on Hermione but he said nothing, just pushed through the trio, disappearing into the brick wall (the portal to the Muggle world).
Ron and Hermione turned to stare. "Funny," Hermione said thoughtfully, "he's leaving platform 9 ¾."
Harry, who'd caught a glimpse of Cho and was seething, asked "Uh, what about that?"
Hermione avoided Ron's gaze and led them on the train. "Odd," she muttered.
Harry did not hear, he was too busy considering (not for the first time) what had not worked out between him and Cho. Ron claimed a compartment the second he saw it and insisted on a game of chess.
Harry was startled out of his thoughts of strangling Marietta. "Wha?"
"---or maybe you'd like Exploding Snap," Ron suggested hopefully.
Hermione rolled her eyes as she took out the latest edition of the Daily Prophet. "What a waste of time, Ronald."
The youngest Weasley burst in just as her brother, quite annoyed, started berating Hermione for always reading and never having any fun. "Whoa," said Ginny, reeling back. "I seemed to have picked a bad time."
Harry, once again, was lost in thought about all the girls that he hated, this time thinking of Pansy Parkinson, who was outside his window. He was not aware of the war being staged in the front between his 2 best friends, or that Hedwig and Pig were flapping around his head.
The glass door to their compartment slid open, and Draco Malfoy walked in, smirking.
He froze at the scene in front of him. Ron and Hermione were obviously competing to see who could yell the loudest, and Ginny was feebly putting up her hands in a time-out. Neville had just walked in from the other end of the train, his mouth as wide as Draco's. Ginny had now turned into some kind of referee, and Potter was just sitting there, ogling Pansy.
Then the whistle blew and everyone finally noticed Draco.
"What're you doing here?" Harry and Ron asked at the same time. Ron had stood up and was now trying to head Malfoy off.
"Get out," Harry said forcefully.
Malfoy sneered. "Come over here and make me," he challenged.
But out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw movement. The brick wall of Platform 9 ¾ was blurring, which meant someone was passing to this side.
Harry happened to be the only one who saw a greasy-haired, immaculately dressed Slytherin enemy of his boarding the train as it started moving.
Horrible, no?
