Disclaimer: Well, I have one question for you. If you wrote the Harry
Potter books would you be wasting your time writing fanfiction? NO! So,
isn't it obvious by now that I'm not Madam Rowling?
OK, so every time I try to write a new story it comes out as total crap. oh well, here we go again.
: : WARNING : : THIS IS H/D SLASH, AND ALSO AU BECAUSE I HATE THE FACT THAT SIRIUS IS DEAD. SO I HAVE DECIDED, A LIFE FOR A LIFE, LUCIUS WILL BE DEAD. OH WELL. First chapter will be Harry's thoughts and so on.
*~* Symphony *~*
When I think of someone going into hiding, the first thing that pops into to my head is that person in a dark and lonely shack in the middle of the woods. Ok, maybe that's a bit dramatic. But I have to admit, seeing you in the middle of London was a bit of a surprise. We fell for each other hard and fast, and even though neither of us would admit it we were in love. I still remember the night Dumbledore told me that you were gone, I couldn't believe it.
I still can't believe it.
It took me a while to understand that you were in danger from your father, and had no where to go.
But, even after he was killed you remained gone.
Even after I killed Voldemort, you kept your distance. Hermione and Ron told me you would come back when you were ready, they told me that maybe you had to find your true self.
You never came. Everyone told me I had to move on, get over you. But is that possible, can you fall out of love with your soulmate, your other half?
So now here we are, I find you in the last place I ever expected to find you. The only place I never looked for you.
Hermione is trying to hold me back in my seat. It's all she can do to keep me from rushing on to the stage and kissing you. Well, hitting you then kissing you.
I finally give in to Hermione's urging to sit down and shut up. I watch you play your violin.
Your solo.
Your music.
Your symphony.
You play with such grace and beauty, and it makes me fall in love with you all over again. The music is so sad, so mournful, and I wonder why again. What kept you away. What kept you away from me.
When you finish the audience sees you wipe the sweat from your brow, but I see what the others do not, the pain in your heart. Draco my love, I want to shout out your name.
I want to call out to you.
I need to call out to you.
But, I don't, because I will find you again. For now I will play that tune you played in my head.
Your tune.
My song.
Our symphony.
Until we meet again.
Okay. So was it super crap? I want to know, so please review. The next chapter, well if there is a next chapter will be Draco's thoughts.
OK, so every time I try to write a new story it comes out as total crap. oh well, here we go again.
: : WARNING : : THIS IS H/D SLASH, AND ALSO AU BECAUSE I HATE THE FACT THAT SIRIUS IS DEAD. SO I HAVE DECIDED, A LIFE FOR A LIFE, LUCIUS WILL BE DEAD. OH WELL. First chapter will be Harry's thoughts and so on.
*~* Symphony *~*
When I think of someone going into hiding, the first thing that pops into to my head is that person in a dark and lonely shack in the middle of the woods. Ok, maybe that's a bit dramatic. But I have to admit, seeing you in the middle of London was a bit of a surprise. We fell for each other hard and fast, and even though neither of us would admit it we were in love. I still remember the night Dumbledore told me that you were gone, I couldn't believe it.
I still can't believe it.
It took me a while to understand that you were in danger from your father, and had no where to go.
But, even after he was killed you remained gone.
Even after I killed Voldemort, you kept your distance. Hermione and Ron told me you would come back when you were ready, they told me that maybe you had to find your true self.
You never came. Everyone told me I had to move on, get over you. But is that possible, can you fall out of love with your soulmate, your other half?
So now here we are, I find you in the last place I ever expected to find you. The only place I never looked for you.
Hermione is trying to hold me back in my seat. It's all she can do to keep me from rushing on to the stage and kissing you. Well, hitting you then kissing you.
I finally give in to Hermione's urging to sit down and shut up. I watch you play your violin.
Your solo.
Your music.
Your symphony.
You play with such grace and beauty, and it makes me fall in love with you all over again. The music is so sad, so mournful, and I wonder why again. What kept you away. What kept you away from me.
When you finish the audience sees you wipe the sweat from your brow, but I see what the others do not, the pain in your heart. Draco my love, I want to shout out your name.
I want to call out to you.
I need to call out to you.
But, I don't, because I will find you again. For now I will play that tune you played in my head.
Your tune.
My song.
Our symphony.
Until we meet again.
Okay. So was it super crap? I want to know, so please review. The next chapter, well if there is a next chapter will be Draco's thoughts.