1 Chapter 4
"Cuz my reviews were awesome"
Pleez R/R. I need a floppy disk and then my other stories can be up soon, from the comp in my room. I luv reviews. I will use any flames to warm up by because itz freezing cold ovr here in LA, CA, USA.I couldn't believe it when I saw that people actually liked this fluff. My best story of all time isn't even on here yet, but it will be! --Hermione 26
ONE MORE FRICKIN' MONTH. Just one more month until I could go and make everything right again. Voldemort made me stay away from big towns for five years. He wanted to get me back for killing him once and almost killing him twice. But he was going to Hell, so he said that although his soul would die when five years was up, he would make those five years Hell on Earth for me. Now, it's just one more month.
I could dance and laugh and sing, I'm so happy. I'm going to go and see Hermione, the love of my life. No one is as amazing as she is. She's perfect for me. I can't wait to see her, tell her how much I love her, just be with her. I'm nearly done waiting. This is the happiest I've ever been.
I could cry and mope and frown, because I'm so sad. I still have one month to go. On April first, I'll finally be free. But that's thirty-one days from now. Thirty-one days of working as a waiter at a muggle restaurant, thirty-one days of having to tolerate the neighbors, thirty-one days of being so happy and depressed at the same time.
Well, in the long run, I can't do anything about it. Thirty-one days isn't that long for someone who's had a miserable life for five years, like I have. I've lived without magic, except for small spells that didn't do much harm, I've lived without friends, like Ron and even Neville, and I've lived without love. And living without love is almost like not living at all. That's the one major thing that Voldemort has taught me by doing this to me. There's not really much point in living if you're not being loved, or if you're not sure that you'll be loved later. This is probably what got Sirius through Azkaban. Just knowing that if he held out, he would be loved again. And now, he is loved. The truth about who killed my parents got out as soon as Voldemort died, although I don't know how, and he's free. I heard that he's even dating. Imagine that, Sirius, dating. I really turned the world upside-down when I killed Voldemort.
Unfortunately, my world went upside-down with it.
And that is exactly why I'm laughing, crying, hating Voldemort, loving Hermione, packing my bags to go, and wondering what the use is. It's not like I don't have plenty of time to pack. But then the happy side of my brain takes over again, and I start looking for a moving company's phone number. I've really started living like a muggle, using telephones and even computers. But I don't care. I'm nearly free.
That's all I'm writing 2nite. Gotta go get a jacket. Brrrr.
"Cuz my reviews were awesome"
Pleez R/R. I need a floppy disk and then my other stories can be up soon, from the comp in my room. I luv reviews. I will use any flames to warm up by because itz freezing cold ovr here in LA, CA, USA.I couldn't believe it when I saw that people actually liked this fluff. My best story of all time isn't even on here yet, but it will be! --Hermione 26
ONE MORE FRICKIN' MONTH. Just one more month until I could go and make everything right again. Voldemort made me stay away from big towns for five years. He wanted to get me back for killing him once and almost killing him twice. But he was going to Hell, so he said that although his soul would die when five years was up, he would make those five years Hell on Earth for me. Now, it's just one more month.
I could dance and laugh and sing, I'm so happy. I'm going to go and see Hermione, the love of my life. No one is as amazing as she is. She's perfect for me. I can't wait to see her, tell her how much I love her, just be with her. I'm nearly done waiting. This is the happiest I've ever been.
I could cry and mope and frown, because I'm so sad. I still have one month to go. On April first, I'll finally be free. But that's thirty-one days from now. Thirty-one days of working as a waiter at a muggle restaurant, thirty-one days of having to tolerate the neighbors, thirty-one days of being so happy and depressed at the same time.
Well, in the long run, I can't do anything about it. Thirty-one days isn't that long for someone who's had a miserable life for five years, like I have. I've lived without magic, except for small spells that didn't do much harm, I've lived without friends, like Ron and even Neville, and I've lived without love. And living without love is almost like not living at all. That's the one major thing that Voldemort has taught me by doing this to me. There's not really much point in living if you're not being loved, or if you're not sure that you'll be loved later. This is probably what got Sirius through Azkaban. Just knowing that if he held out, he would be loved again. And now, he is loved. The truth about who killed my parents got out as soon as Voldemort died, although I don't know how, and he's free. I heard that he's even dating. Imagine that, Sirius, dating. I really turned the world upside-down when I killed Voldemort.
Unfortunately, my world went upside-down with it.
And that is exactly why I'm laughing, crying, hating Voldemort, loving Hermione, packing my bags to go, and wondering what the use is. It's not like I don't have plenty of time to pack. But then the happy side of my brain takes over again, and I start looking for a moving company's phone number. I've really started living like a muggle, using telephones and even computers. But I don't care. I'm nearly free.
That's all I'm writing 2nite. Gotta go get a jacket. Brrrr.
