Disclaimer: Nothing but Mela and the plot idea belong to me. They all belong to J.K. Rowling.
Quick note: Because of the reviews I have gotten I'm posting the rest of the story. If you flame me you will be made fun of in the next chapter. You have been warned. This is to stop all death threats, even thought I haven't gotten any. I'm reposting the story because I've changed Angel's name. It is now Mela which means 'dark' in Polish.
To Love a Nazi
Chapter 2- Living
Harry and Mela had been friends since they could remember. They were both Jews, but who cared? Now they knew the Nazis cared.
They were in a place called a 'ghetto'. Whatever the hell that was. These two had been here for about six months. For both of them their parents were dead.
"God, Harry this place is the worst we have heard of. Why didn't we run when we have the time?" Mela asked the question they and everybody else had been asking themselves.
"Mela, you know as well as I, that we never thought that they could hurt us." Harry answered. They had had this same discussion off and on since they had gotten here.
"Yes, I know Harry. Our parents were lucky to die when they did."
"But, I don't wish I had died. Do you, Mela?"
"Sometimes I wish I was dead, but then I think about when we are going to get out of here. That is what makes me live. Some day we will be free of the will of the Nazis."
"Some day we will be."
"I can't wait for it. What will you do?"
"I'm going to make a whole lot of money, then buy a BIG house and live there with my family. And you?"
"I'm going to move to the sea and paint. Then my paintings will be come the thing of the years and everyone who is anyone will want them."
"Dreams. Is that all they are?"
"Sometimes and sometimes not."
