I don't own Harry Potter, that is J.K. Rowling's. But I do own the
mysterious character.
Prologue 11-9-04
Today is a cloudy day that my story starts. It is windy and wet day. I am traveling to Hogwarts. in secrecy. I have a name that no one knows. I had a life. A boring one but a life, not many know that. They think I have always been this way. Killing on a whimsy, torturing when I feel it, ruthless, demanding, and some people call me scary, or a bad person. It doesn't slow me down they are scared of me, I would be scared of myself if I had been what I used to. I go today to Hogwarts, my school growing up, to teach. You may call Dumbledore 'A crazy old coot' now, but then you don't want to be flayed now do you? It would slow me down but I can never resist a killing. No? You just want to think he is one, he isn't. I have a purpose unlike you and that is to teach these children what they need to know.
"Hello", I say as I slink by. You never see my face. You'll never know that I almost killed you.
^__^ Hope you enjoyed and please review.
Poem.
So many memories
All gone down the drain
All I have left
Is just me and my pain
So many memories
All were so fun
But do you remember
that real special one?
It was the first time I said it
Said it to your face
I remember the day
And I remember the place
When I think back
At what you said
All I can think
Is it's all dead
11-11-03
Reathany
This poem represents something that is to happen in the story later on. Read & Review!
Prologue 11-9-04
Today is a cloudy day that my story starts. It is windy and wet day. I am traveling to Hogwarts. in secrecy. I have a name that no one knows. I had a life. A boring one but a life, not many know that. They think I have always been this way. Killing on a whimsy, torturing when I feel it, ruthless, demanding, and some people call me scary, or a bad person. It doesn't slow me down they are scared of me, I would be scared of myself if I had been what I used to. I go today to Hogwarts, my school growing up, to teach. You may call Dumbledore 'A crazy old coot' now, but then you don't want to be flayed now do you? It would slow me down but I can never resist a killing. No? You just want to think he is one, he isn't. I have a purpose unlike you and that is to teach these children what they need to know.
"Hello", I say as I slink by. You never see my face. You'll never know that I almost killed you.
^__^ Hope you enjoyed and please review.
Poem.
So many memories
All gone down the drain
All I have left
Is just me and my pain
So many memories
All were so fun
But do you remember
that real special one?
It was the first time I said it
Said it to your face
I remember the day
And I remember the place
When I think back
At what you said
All I can think
Is it's all dead
11-11-03
Reathany
This poem represents something that is to happen in the story later on. Read & Review!