From Now Until Forever ... ?
5 years after Hogwarts, life was as normal ... If you're Harry Potter ...
***
Hermione bit her nails nervously, looking out the window of her apartment.
She was waiting ... Finally, he appeared . A dark shadow at the end of the
street. She could tell it was him , even from this far away . She could
always tell . Even after 4 years. She sighed with happiness ... but ... she
risked one more look at him. Dressed in all black , his black hair flying all
over, his green eyes penetrating the darkness... He looked almost ...
sinister at these times . He looked up at her window, his green eyes lit up
by the street light. She shuddered. Had he really changed that much?
Almost , like he could sense her discomfort and displeasure , he turned
around, and headed back through the mist. He was gone ... again . Gone
from her life ... Would he ever be back ? Hermione had learned that if u
didn't confess right then , the moment would just ... pass you by . Oh, she
had lost so many chances ...
***
Harry sat in his room, poring over his notes at his desk . So many things...
so little time . He worked for the ministry, as had always been predicted.
But ... the Hit Squad , where he worked , didn't even know that he was part
of their squadron. He was invisible to them , working strictly against the
dark forces . For if you don't want to be noticed , and you talk to all the
right people , it can be easily arranged . He looked in the mirror ... His
black tufts of hair jutted out against his pale skin , and shocking eyes. He
wasn't bad looking he knew that . But he sighed , never the less , and
turned away , running his fingers on his forehead . But there was no scar ...
5 years after Hogwarts, life was as normal ... If you're Harry Potter ...
***
Hermione bit her nails nervously, looking out the window of her apartment.
She was waiting ... Finally, he appeared . A dark shadow at the end of the
street. She could tell it was him , even from this far away . She could
always tell . Even after 4 years. She sighed with happiness ... but ... she
risked one more look at him. Dressed in all black , his black hair flying all
over, his green eyes penetrating the darkness... He looked almost ...
sinister at these times . He looked up at her window, his green eyes lit up
by the street light. She shuddered. Had he really changed that much?
Almost , like he could sense her discomfort and displeasure , he turned
around, and headed back through the mist. He was gone ... again . Gone
from her life ... Would he ever be back ? Hermione had learned that if u
didn't confess right then , the moment would just ... pass you by . Oh, she
had lost so many chances ...
***
Harry sat in his room, poring over his notes at his desk . So many things...
so little time . He worked for the ministry, as had always been predicted.
But ... the Hit Squad , where he worked , didn't even know that he was part
of their squadron. He was invisible to them , working strictly against the
dark forces . For if you don't want to be noticed , and you talk to all the
right people , it can be easily arranged . He looked in the mirror ... His
black tufts of hair jutted out against his pale skin , and shocking eyes. He
wasn't bad looking he knew that . But he sighed , never the less , and
turned away , running his fingers on his forehead . But there was no scar ...