Wow, I hadn't expected to get five reviews in two days (but I really could get used to it) and from what I read, I guess I better give you the first chapter (or rather the Prologue).

Oh yes, didn't let me write it so I try it again. The texts from the 'Teaser' were from Wikipedia . org

TriGemini: glad it isn't as bad as I thought, I feared you'd be sitting in front of it like 'What the hell is this all supposed to mean?'

Tiarwen: I really hope the story stays as unique as it seems now.

Evilevergreen: Wow, you seem to want the story really bad. Well, then I better don't keep you hanging too long!

Lissa: I hope I'll keep you interested in the story when it actually starts.

Angelface04: Well, I actually made a plan on what shall happen when in this story (which is rather unusual for me), so I hope it will all work out the way I planned it.

Prologue

Watching you!

I'm watching you. The whole time I'm watching you. No matter if you're at home in your flat on the balcony, having breakfast, the Daily Prophet open on the table. Or during training, when you're flying on your Flashchaser001 making one goal after another. Or after the training, when you go into the Puddlemere Inn with the others to have a drink. I'm watching you.

The whole time. I'm hanging on your lips when you're talking with Wood about the latest game plays. How he puts his arm around you when you all are sitting there and talking. I'm watching your hands when you're pushing a strand of hair out of your face. I'm watching you when you're laughing at one of John's jokes, although the old man ruins every punch line.

I'm watching you at every match. When you're waving to the fans. Flying a loop after making again another point. When you're signing autographs, with a smile just for the fans. When you're kneeing down in front of the kids to be at the same height of eyes with these kids who are admiring you, telling you that you are the best. When you're disappearing in the locker room.

When you're going home, the bag with your Quidditch robe and your Flashchaser001casually thrown over your shoulder. When Wood is calling after you, making plans to meet the next day – just as friends. I'm watching you the whole time.

And soon, soon you'll be mine. Then I will touch you. My hands will then burry themselves in your hair. I will cover your face with kisses. You will shiver with delight underneath me. When I'm making you mine. When you're mine and mine alone. And you will forget all the other guys. Those who aren't good for you anyway. Like Wood, and those Weasleys, and this wannabe-stadium speaker Jordan. They all will be nothing anymore. Just I will count for you. And I will never leave you alone. Because you are mine, my angel. Do you hear me? Mine! Mine alone, and nobody else's!

Soon, soon the time has come! Just a bit of patience now!

Wow, it is scaring how easy it was to write from the POV of this psycho. Maybe I should go and see a certain doctor…. Well, until then.