Chapter One: Death-eaters in Diagon Alley
It was the Christmas break of my 6th year at Hogwarts. I had gone home, despite the fact that my mother hated me for being a Gryffindor. She had sent me to Diagon Alley for more eye of newt, though I knew she was just trying to get rid of me.
I was wondering down the lane, off in la-la land, when I looked around, and there was no one to be seen. But then, at the end of the lane, there was a line of black cloaked death-eaters and I realized that I was screwed (AN? What can I say, I'm American…grin) Just as I was looking for a place to hide, a death-eater came out of the shadows to my right and pulled me into the shadows of an alleyway I hadn't seen.
I gasped and he shushed me, I looked up and saw that he wore no mask. I looked into the shadows of his hood and saw the infamous Draco Malfoy, watching the alley's opening, we were sufficiently hidden in shadow, but he still seemed worried.
I inhaled deeply, trying to get my heart to stop pounding, and I could smell the cologne on him, I don't know what it was, but it was intoxicating. I reset my forehead against his chest--he had me pinned to a wall, hiding me from view-- and I felt him take a sharp intake of breath.
I turned my head ever so slightly and watched as the group of cloaked figures marched past the alley. I looked closer and saw that there had to be at least a dozen of them.
'what the bloody hell are they doing here?' I thought to myself, but didn't have time to think much more of it because Draco led me to a nearby fireplace, pulled out a pouch of what I guessed to be floo powder, tossed it in the flames and said, "Gryffindor common room," shoved me in back wards. I was flying through the sickening swirling tunnels until I came out on my arse in the common room.
I looked up at the people sitting around the fire, Harry, Ron , Hermione, and Ginny were all looking at me in surprise. "what the hell?" said Ron
Hermione rushed forward and asked, "Are you ok?" she helped me stand and brush off the soot.
"Yes, but I have to go tell Dumbledore, now." And turned and ran out the portrait hole, the "gang on my heels
AN/ so what do you think? Is it good, bad, really, really ugly? Please tell me…