HEY! This is my new fanfic, The Witch Calls. I know that the prologue isn't very exciting, but the first chapter will definitely be better. I promise. I would love everyone if you reviewed, because its unbeliavably disappointing not getting any feedback. The first chapter will be up latest by tomorrow. Its done, I just have to type it up. I really hope you guys enjoy! Oh, and as for any grammar and spelling mistakes, I'm sorry! There isn't much I can do about it (I use spell check, but sometimes it misses a word) because 1. English isn't my first language, 2. I've had very little contact with anyone who speaks English properly in the last year. Ok, here we go…….
Draco Malfoy sat on a chair in front of a mirror, adjusting the collar of his black robes. This was it. In a couple of minutes he'd be embarking on a raid. The first one he'd be leading. The target was a muggle home in which a party was held tonight. Nothing big, just something to keep the Ministry occupied. It was supposed to be simple enough. Apparate there, kill the muggle filth and then disapparate.
He had nothing to worry about. He'd have Zabini, Goyle, Crabbe and Nott with him. Everything would go fine. He looked at his watch. 20:55. They were meeting in the hall of Malfoy Manor in 10 minutes. They'd apparate from there. He looked at himself in the mirror once again, took a few deep breaths and started heading toward the hall. No harm in getting there a little early.
Ona sat in a chair at the back of the room. She sipped her orange juice looking at the people chatting around the room and thinking about how much she hated that her parents were hosting this party. She was bored senseless. There was no one under the age of 30 there, no one to talk to. The only one of her relatives who she liked (besides her parents of course) was her great aunt, Arabella. Or, as people called her, Bella. And she couldn't come tonight, because, as she had explained, she had to visit a young man who needed to talk to her greatly. When Ona had inquired about this young man (after all, she wanted to know who she owed this miserable evening to), her great aunt had simply said that it was a young man who had seen much more horror than anyone, least of all a 17 year old boy should.
"I'll introduce you two sometime. I think you'd like him. He's quite social most of the time. And," Bella nudged Ona and chuckled mischeviously, "he's quite good looking too. Green eyes, and black hair. Seems like your type of guy, no?"
Well Pretty Boy, I hope you are having a great time. I hope you finish early so she can come and I can have a good time at this goddamn party! Ona thought. She got up and headed into the kitchen to pour herself some more orange juice.
Draco Malfoy looked at his watch and said "Let's go. On my mark: 3…2…1…GO!" He pointed his want at himself and apparated into the muggle house.