My Goddess
Potter, Potter
Chapter Two:
Summery: Harry's twenty-three and living in a world where the Dark Lord is gaining power. Things have changed over the years for better and for worst. Harry is now looked to by many people to defeat the Dark Lord once more. Will he once again bring peace to the Magic World? Or will something, or someone, get in his way?
I FOUND A QUOTE FOR THE STORY!!!:
"I'm not supposed to be scared of anything,
But I don't know where I am.
I wish that I could move but I'm exhausted,
And nobody understands (how I feel).
I'm trying hard to breathe now,
But there's no air in my lungs.
There's no one here to talk to,
And the pain inside is making me numb.
I try to hold this under control,
They can't help me 'cause no one knows."
-3 Doors Down
A/N: I got some feed back and, apparently, it ain't that bad, little too much on the thoughts, but good. I haven't really tried the stories where the people think a lot. It's just. too thoughtful? I find that when the main character thinks a lot, it gets boring. Or things tend to get repeated. However, I'm doing my best to not make it dull, boring, or slow (though it took a whole chapter for Harry to look at a stupid, empty lot and walk away). Bear with me please!!!
P.S. If you think there are too many thoughts or thinking, review and tell me! It ain't gonna change if you don't tell me what needs work or what you don't like about. PLEASE TELL ME!!! If you flame, at least be honest and not sound like a jerky bastard that drools a lot and doesn't know the difference between a cow and pencil. And if you actually are like that (O.O.), and you know who you are, LEAVE ME ALONE! I DON'T WANT TO FEEL LIKE FLY PAPER FOR DUMBASSES!!! (My school actually happens to be one, believe it or not.)
~~~~~
The fire light (it burns) reflected off of Draco's cold, emotionless, steel-gray eyes. Though the fire place gave much warmth in the room, Draco still felt cold. He sat on the hearth, only inches away from it. Draco's eyes left the fire place and strayed away to the rest of the (what the fuck is that smell) room. It was bare and empty. Only a small bathroom, closet and bed (stone hard i haven't slept in days because the bed feels like a table maybe i'll sleep on the floor tonight i'd probably have more luck) was in the room besides the fireplace.
Sounds of cars and yelling and laughter echoed softly from outside. Draco hid in the only place he figured no one would look for him, a muggle city. He had to go into hiding because he was found guilty (damn you potter) for killing innocent people; he was innocent. Of all the things that he had done (that guy at the muggle gas station cause i needed money the guy at the ministry what was his name oliver something oh yes wood that gryff quidditch captian what'd he do secretary for some minister worker i s'pose has to be more my mind has been swiped the last couple weeks damnnit), he had been convicted of a crime he hadn't even done.
As Draco was looking back to the fire, there was a knock (who the fuck) on the door. Draco did not move and the knocking paused. The knocking started (goddamnnit go away) once more.
"Open the fucking door, you bastard." A woman's (haven) came through the closed door.
Draco jumped up and hurried over (don't leave don't leave) to the door. Just as she started to knock once more, Draco swung open the door.
Haven stood at the door, rather surprised the door had opened so quickly. However, her surprised look turned to anger. "Why the hell didn't you open the door (sorry)? I was about to break down the door."
"Didn't feel like getting up." Draco said smiling.
"Lazy ass." Haven muttered under her breath.
Draco walked back over and sat down, only this time he wasn't so close and he leaned back onto the bottom of the bed.
Haven closed the door. She cursed under her breath at the heat in the room. She started to take of her robe and Draco smiled. Draco knew that the fire was so large not only because he was cold, because he wanted Haven to take off (yeah yeah you're a pervert) her robe. She was hot; he and she knew that, though Haven did not act smutty. Call her a slut, she wouldn't just kill you, she would torture you until you killed yourself. She a special gift for keeping people alive and hurting, whether it was physically or mentally. Sure, he'd fuck her.
Haven sat down (yes) next to Draco. "What's going on with the magic world?" Draco asked.
Haven laughed flatly. "Nothing really: people dying, people hating, people getting caught, people getting revenge." Haven paused, and then continued. "However, the missionary from neighboring countries and ministries have started to arrive."
Draco laughed. "What's to worry about? Those bastards are stupider than those Aurors, that's saying something."
"Perhaps," Haven nodded. "But they're not what I'm worried about, it's the Americans."
"What (ha americans) about the Americans?" Draco asked lazily.
"They aren't all they seem. They aren't very fateful to the rule book. They can bend the rules to breaking point and get away with it. Their missionaries are also known for being powerful."
"They're mudblood lovers and very few are pure." Draco laughed. "What makes them powerful?"
"I don't know." Haven said, looking into the fire.
Draco shifted his shoulders uncomfortably; Haven was never wrong (i've never met an american how can they be as powerful as she insinuates) about these things.
"I think you'll have to come out of hiding, Draco." She said. "I think the Dark Lord will need all the he can get."
Potter, Potter
Chapter Two:
Summery: Harry's twenty-three and living in a world where the Dark Lord is gaining power. Things have changed over the years for better and for worst. Harry is now looked to by many people to defeat the Dark Lord once more. Will he once again bring peace to the Magic World? Or will something, or someone, get in his way?
I FOUND A QUOTE FOR THE STORY!!!:
"I'm not supposed to be scared of anything,
But I don't know where I am.
I wish that I could move but I'm exhausted,
And nobody understands (how I feel).
I'm trying hard to breathe now,
But there's no air in my lungs.
There's no one here to talk to,
And the pain inside is making me numb.
I try to hold this under control,
They can't help me 'cause no one knows."
-3 Doors Down
A/N: I got some feed back and, apparently, it ain't that bad, little too much on the thoughts, but good. I haven't really tried the stories where the people think a lot. It's just. too thoughtful? I find that when the main character thinks a lot, it gets boring. Or things tend to get repeated. However, I'm doing my best to not make it dull, boring, or slow (though it took a whole chapter for Harry to look at a stupid, empty lot and walk away). Bear with me please!!!
P.S. If you think there are too many thoughts or thinking, review and tell me! It ain't gonna change if you don't tell me what needs work or what you don't like about. PLEASE TELL ME!!! If you flame, at least be honest and not sound like a jerky bastard that drools a lot and doesn't know the difference between a cow and pencil. And if you actually are like that (O.O.), and you know who you are, LEAVE ME ALONE! I DON'T WANT TO FEEL LIKE FLY PAPER FOR DUMBASSES!!! (My school actually happens to be one, believe it or not.)
~~~~~
The fire light (it burns) reflected off of Draco's cold, emotionless, steel-gray eyes. Though the fire place gave much warmth in the room, Draco still felt cold. He sat on the hearth, only inches away from it. Draco's eyes left the fire place and strayed away to the rest of the (what the fuck is that smell) room. It was bare and empty. Only a small bathroom, closet and bed (stone hard i haven't slept in days because the bed feels like a table maybe i'll sleep on the floor tonight i'd probably have more luck) was in the room besides the fireplace.
Sounds of cars and yelling and laughter echoed softly from outside. Draco hid in the only place he figured no one would look for him, a muggle city. He had to go into hiding because he was found guilty (damn you potter) for killing innocent people; he was innocent. Of all the things that he had done (that guy at the muggle gas station cause i needed money the guy at the ministry what was his name oliver something oh yes wood that gryff quidditch captian what'd he do secretary for some minister worker i s'pose has to be more my mind has been swiped the last couple weeks damnnit), he had been convicted of a crime he hadn't even done.
As Draco was looking back to the fire, there was a knock (who the fuck) on the door. Draco did not move and the knocking paused. The knocking started (goddamnnit go away) once more.
"Open the fucking door, you bastard." A woman's (haven) came through the closed door.
Draco jumped up and hurried over (don't leave don't leave) to the door. Just as she started to knock once more, Draco swung open the door.
Haven stood at the door, rather surprised the door had opened so quickly. However, her surprised look turned to anger. "Why the hell didn't you open the door (sorry)? I was about to break down the door."
"Didn't feel like getting up." Draco said smiling.
"Lazy ass." Haven muttered under her breath.
Draco walked back over and sat down, only this time he wasn't so close and he leaned back onto the bottom of the bed.
Haven closed the door. She cursed under her breath at the heat in the room. She started to take of her robe and Draco smiled. Draco knew that the fire was so large not only because he was cold, because he wanted Haven to take off (yeah yeah you're a pervert) her robe. She was hot; he and she knew that, though Haven did not act smutty. Call her a slut, she wouldn't just kill you, she would torture you until you killed yourself. She a special gift for keeping people alive and hurting, whether it was physically or mentally. Sure, he'd fuck her.
Haven sat down (yes) next to Draco. "What's going on with the magic world?" Draco asked.
Haven laughed flatly. "Nothing really: people dying, people hating, people getting caught, people getting revenge." Haven paused, and then continued. "However, the missionary from neighboring countries and ministries have started to arrive."
Draco laughed. "What's to worry about? Those bastards are stupider than those Aurors, that's saying something."
"Perhaps," Haven nodded. "But they're not what I'm worried about, it's the Americans."
"What (ha americans) about the Americans?" Draco asked lazily.
"They aren't all they seem. They aren't very fateful to the rule book. They can bend the rules to breaking point and get away with it. Their missionaries are also known for being powerful."
"They're mudblood lovers and very few are pure." Draco laughed. "What makes them powerful?"
"I don't know." Haven said, looking into the fire.
Draco shifted his shoulders uncomfortably; Haven was never wrong (i've never met an american how can they be as powerful as she insinuates) about these things.
"I think you'll have to come out of hiding, Draco." She said. "I think the Dark Lord will need all the he can get."