Author's note. After Much Considerations, I think I know what is going to
happen, plus this story will be setting up the sequel which has been pretty
plotted out.
It Should Have Been Me
He left Hermione there, this was becoming almost to familiar. The distance of the bodies separating, for the first, he did not really want to. For a strange reason, he guessed it had to do with the baby, he wanted to just protect her, but something else told him that it was not just the baby. He would miss.
Why the fuck did he think about Granger, she was is in all respect just a lousy mudblood who happened to be bearing his child. His Child, not Potter's or Weasily's. As if on que, the tall red head, otherwise known as Ron Weasily was storming towards him.
"What the hell did you do to her Malfoy." He looked like he was going to kill. " I mean it Malfoy, if I find out you did anything, I will fucking kill you."
"Watch the language Weasily, No I have not done anything to Granger, not for another 6 and ½ months." He watched Weasily anger to a pure a befuddled look.;
"Why?" It was to good of an opportunity to miss out on.
"She is pregnant with my child, who will be the next Dark Lord for your information." He watched a horrified and bewildered face come on to Weasily, He turned around and smirked. That face was priceless. He would actually have paid money to see that face.
Yes, he finally decided, all feelings for the mudblood were just temperamental, and would end when the child was born.
I am the son
And the heir
Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I am the son and heir
Of nothing in particular
Yes he was Draco Malfoy, he only cared for himself, he was far to great to love any Mudblood. Love would destroy him
You shut your mouth
How can you say
I go about things the wrong way?
I am human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does
I am the son
And the heir
Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I am the son and heir
Oh, of nothing in particular
You shut your mouth
How can you say
I go about things the wrong way?
I am human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does
Oh... Oh...
There's a club, if you'd like to go
You could meet somebody who really loves you
So you go, and you stand on your own
And you leave on your own
And you go home, and you cry
And you want to die
When you say it's gonna happen now
Well, when exactly do you mean?
See, I've already waited too long
And all my hope is gone
Oh... Oh...
You shut your mouth
How can you say
I go about things the wrong way?
I am human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does
Or would it?
"Full name Sir," An old goblin asked
"James Evans" Over the last week he had grown accustomed to this name. He liked the name for the most part it had some sort of ring to it. However he missed missed his own name.
At the moment he was opening an account at Gringotts, It would be practially impossible for him to go his old volt, because then it would give away his identity. He needed to start a new volt, for safety.
He had already joined a secret alliance with the witch and wizards he had met at the bar, that first night. Through them several others wizards and witches had joined. All of whom had taken the truth potion and all had appeared loyal. Known of them knew who he truly was, for everyone had trusted him enough not to give him the potion. He had been some what lucky in that matter, for had had taken the potion his true identity would have been revealed and he had no intentions of telling anyone that. Not for awhile at least.
He had heard no news from Sirus, his godfather or the Weasily's for that matter. He would write a letter when he got home.
"Here Volt Number 5679, here is your key, Sir" Harry's attention drifted back to the goblin, who was handing him the key impatiently.
"Thank You." He shook hands with the Goblin and went on to the streets of Diagon Alley.
The streets had grown into bland desolation, which Harry had still not gotten used to over the weeks. No longer were they bustled with people, but instead there were the occasional loner. Many people had moved out of England after Voldemort regained his power, they had mainly left to France, Spain and America.
He hurried back to the Leaky Caldron, Where he begain his letter to Sirus.
-Sirus
It's me, (you know who I am) I just wanted to tell you that I am alright safely out of Hogwarts. I found out many things. Please meet met me inside the cave, outside of Hogsmede On March 13th. You Know the One, where I met you in the 4th year. Be sure to stay in the dog form. Voldemort has taken over Hogesmede
~(you know who I am)
It sounded rather stupid but he had no time to write a new one. So he took a barn owl and tied the letter to the ankle.
And as he watched the distance separate between him and the owl, all he could think of was Hermione, and how they should have been together.
It should have been me
Author's Note The Song is called How Soon is Now
It Should Have Been Me
He left Hermione there, this was becoming almost to familiar. The distance of the bodies separating, for the first, he did not really want to. For a strange reason, he guessed it had to do with the baby, he wanted to just protect her, but something else told him that it was not just the baby. He would miss.
Why the fuck did he think about Granger, she was is in all respect just a lousy mudblood who happened to be bearing his child. His Child, not Potter's or Weasily's. As if on que, the tall red head, otherwise known as Ron Weasily was storming towards him.
"What the hell did you do to her Malfoy." He looked like he was going to kill. " I mean it Malfoy, if I find out you did anything, I will fucking kill you."
"Watch the language Weasily, No I have not done anything to Granger, not for another 6 and ½ months." He watched Weasily anger to a pure a befuddled look.;
"Why?" It was to good of an opportunity to miss out on.
"She is pregnant with my child, who will be the next Dark Lord for your information." He watched a horrified and bewildered face come on to Weasily, He turned around and smirked. That face was priceless. He would actually have paid money to see that face.
Yes, he finally decided, all feelings for the mudblood were just temperamental, and would end when the child was born.
I am the son
And the heir
Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I am the son and heir
Of nothing in particular
Yes he was Draco Malfoy, he only cared for himself, he was far to great to love any Mudblood. Love would destroy him
You shut your mouth
How can you say
I go about things the wrong way?
I am human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does
I am the son
And the heir
Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I am the son and heir
Oh, of nothing in particular
You shut your mouth
How can you say
I go about things the wrong way?
I am human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does
Oh... Oh...
There's a club, if you'd like to go
You could meet somebody who really loves you
So you go, and you stand on your own
And you leave on your own
And you go home, and you cry
And you want to die
When you say it's gonna happen now
Well, when exactly do you mean?
See, I've already waited too long
And all my hope is gone
Oh... Oh...
You shut your mouth
How can you say
I go about things the wrong way?
I am human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does
Or would it?
"Full name Sir," An old goblin asked
"James Evans" Over the last week he had grown accustomed to this name. He liked the name for the most part it had some sort of ring to it. However he missed missed his own name.
At the moment he was opening an account at Gringotts, It would be practially impossible for him to go his old volt, because then it would give away his identity. He needed to start a new volt, for safety.
He had already joined a secret alliance with the witch and wizards he had met at the bar, that first night. Through them several others wizards and witches had joined. All of whom had taken the truth potion and all had appeared loyal. Known of them knew who he truly was, for everyone had trusted him enough not to give him the potion. He had been some what lucky in that matter, for had had taken the potion his true identity would have been revealed and he had no intentions of telling anyone that. Not for awhile at least.
He had heard no news from Sirus, his godfather or the Weasily's for that matter. He would write a letter when he got home.
"Here Volt Number 5679, here is your key, Sir" Harry's attention drifted back to the goblin, who was handing him the key impatiently.
"Thank You." He shook hands with the Goblin and went on to the streets of Diagon Alley.
The streets had grown into bland desolation, which Harry had still not gotten used to over the weeks. No longer were they bustled with people, but instead there were the occasional loner. Many people had moved out of England after Voldemort regained his power, they had mainly left to France, Spain and America.
He hurried back to the Leaky Caldron, Where he begain his letter to Sirus.
-Sirus
It's me, (you know who I am) I just wanted to tell you that I am alright safely out of Hogwarts. I found out many things. Please meet met me inside the cave, outside of Hogsmede On March 13th. You Know the One, where I met you in the 4th year. Be sure to stay in the dog form. Voldemort has taken over Hogesmede
~(you know who I am)
It sounded rather stupid but he had no time to write a new one. So he took a barn owl and tied the letter to the ankle.
And as he watched the distance separate between him and the owl, all he could think of was Hermione, and how they should have been together.
It should have been me
Author's Note The Song is called How Soon is Now