Harry Potter
and the
Shadow of Despair
Disclaimer: I know that J.K. Rowling and her publishers own the Harry Potter series. I don't intend to make any money off this story; I do intend to give myself something to do when I'm bored.
This story takes place after Sirius is killed (in the fifth book).
A teenage boy sat staring out of his window, a girl stared at a blank roll of parchment absentmindedly, and another boy with a shock of red hair sat thinking about Quidditch.
No one right then had any idea what would happen later, or what terrors awaited the naïve students. No one, that is, except a girl several hundred miles away, nursing her terrible wounds and her grudges. But even that girl didn't know of the exact troubles heading her way. She guessed, and she guessed wrong.
There was no going back now, not that there ever was. Many, many people would go through amazingly horrifying experiences. Many would not get through them alive. Through it all, no clear good and bad would exist, nothing but grayness of spirit.
A.N.: I know it's incredibly short, but it's just something to get me motivated. Longer chapters will definitely follow, but long chapters…well, that's another story. Later on, the rating may change to K+ or T, but that's only because of spell torture. R&R my other chapters, ppl!
