Disclaimer: I do not own these characters or these worlds, and in this chapter I butcher a few lines of poetry that belong to a Mr. Robert Frost. You may have heard of him, and if you haven't I suggest you do a little reading.
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Draco and Harry
They were in a grey space. Nameless winds swirled around their ghostly forms.
Without voices they spoke of pain, and sorrow; and the hope found in the potential for joy. Of the tempting desire to surrender, to give in. Then the press of responsibility and of tasks that must be completed.
They looked into the shifting distance of a grey sky peering through the black trees of a snowy wood.
But there were promises to keep.
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Note: Well, I told you it would be short. Am I a liar? Well, I mean, I am, but this time I was telling the truth. The poem alluded to in the disclaimer is called "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening." If you haven't read it, please do. And if you have, then you probably understand why I would suggest it.
I know you all won't be happy for such a short chapter when things are getting exciting, but I arranged this from the beginning so that every character's perspective would be its own chapter. Sometimes that means they will go on for pages and pages, and sometimes it means they will be as short as a sneeze. So while this may be unsatisfying in terms of story development, at least I hope I have roused some curiosity as to the ties between the characters.
Please review and I'll see you all next week.