Because I Got High
by Crystal Kitten
A/N: I know!!!!!!! *wails* I don't like making Harry the bad guy! But seriously, can you picture Ron in that situation? *everybody screams NO* Now you see. It's based on a song that I really have no clue whether you've heard or not. Unfortunately I can't make it a songfic, because I don't know the words. Look for a different version of this, Pokemon style, in my clips soon.
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The moonlight reflected off the bars of the window of the forlorn jail cell. There was just one person inside... a dark haired man who constantly had his face in his hands. Tonight he looked up, as he was unable to stand, and looked out the small barred window. A full moon had risen over the town of Ottery St. Catchpole.
The man sighed. Ottery St. Catchpole brought back so many memories for him. His best friend had lived there as a boy, and still did. His wife and children were there.
He turned away. Thinking about his wife and children was too painful. But then mental pictures appeared... of a beautiful brunette, a little dark haired girl, and a brown haired, and a pretty bushy brunette of a young woman with slightly large front teeth...
He closed his eyes and put his face in his hands once more. Oh, if only he could go back in time... He was in jail, and had lost his wife and children forever... if his wife even wanted him after the 5 year sentence was over. Two years had passed since his downfall.
He had once had a good job at the Ministry, as an Auror, with a big house, his wife, and his children. But then somebody offered him a drug... and once he started he couldn't stop. He stole, sped while driving, and did just about everything that there is a law against. Thank god for that, thought the man, mildly relieved.
He was put in jail for his reckless actions, and unless his wife wanted him back, which he highly doubted, after the next 3 years, he didn't know what he'd do. He wished he had his wand... a deadly poison... a knife... SOMETHING. His life was gone. It was good while it lasted, but now he wanted it to end.
The man got up, walked over to his bed, laid down, and sighed. The front bars of his "cage" shimmered in the dim moonlight, but the simple sterling silver plaque on the front was easy to make out.
HARRY J. POTTER
DRUG ADDICTION - LAW BREAKING
by Crystal Kitten
A/N: I know!!!!!!! *wails* I don't like making Harry the bad guy! But seriously, can you picture Ron in that situation? *everybody screams NO* Now you see. It's based on a song that I really have no clue whether you've heard or not. Unfortunately I can't make it a songfic, because I don't know the words. Look for a different version of this, Pokemon style, in my clips soon.
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The moonlight reflected off the bars of the window of the forlorn jail cell. There was just one person inside... a dark haired man who constantly had his face in his hands. Tonight he looked up, as he was unable to stand, and looked out the small barred window. A full moon had risen over the town of Ottery St. Catchpole.
The man sighed. Ottery St. Catchpole brought back so many memories for him. His best friend had lived there as a boy, and still did. His wife and children were there.
He turned away. Thinking about his wife and children was too painful. But then mental pictures appeared... of a beautiful brunette, a little dark haired girl, and a brown haired, and a pretty bushy brunette of a young woman with slightly large front teeth...
He closed his eyes and put his face in his hands once more. Oh, if only he could go back in time... He was in jail, and had lost his wife and children forever... if his wife even wanted him after the 5 year sentence was over. Two years had passed since his downfall.
He had once had a good job at the Ministry, as an Auror, with a big house, his wife, and his children. But then somebody offered him a drug... and once he started he couldn't stop. He stole, sped while driving, and did just about everything that there is a law against. Thank god for that, thought the man, mildly relieved.
He was put in jail for his reckless actions, and unless his wife wanted him back, which he highly doubted, after the next 3 years, he didn't know what he'd do. He wished he had his wand... a deadly poison... a knife... SOMETHING. His life was gone. It was good while it lasted, but now he wanted it to end.
The man got up, walked over to his bed, laid down, and sighed. The front bars of his "cage" shimmered in the dim moonlight, but the simple sterling silver plaque on the front was easy to make out.
HARRY J. POTTER
DRUG ADDICTION - LAW BREAKING