here's a preview of the sequal, an Action/Adventure/Drama fanfic

The title shall be revealed at the end of the chapter

Unacceptable Destiny

June 6th, 2006

Hermione lay on the barren land, immobile and bleeding to death. She had lost. She, the Order's last hope, had lost her battle against the Dark Lord's forces.

How could I have lost? My plan was perfect. Our plan was perfect.

It was a perfect plan; it was fool-proof. But something had gone horribly wrong: the key to their victory had betrayed her.

Jake, why did this have to happen to us? Everything went so perfectly, until the end. Why did it have to happen, why?

It was strange. Despite the fact that she was talking to Jacob M. Alexander in her mind, all she could see was the face of Draco Malfoy. Neither of them was there with her. She was all alone. And all she could see was Draco's face, frowning upon her misery.

Draco, why couldn't you have been the one?

Hermione wished she could go back in time to last winter. She regretted everything that had happened. But she gave up on the thought on the realization that it was pointless. She could change nothing. She couldn't fight fate.

A droplet of tear rolled out of her eye as she closed her eyes. She was dying. She had given up. She went to sleep.

My name is Draco Malfoy. Because of my past sins, I am destined to live the rest of my life in misery.

You might think me cruel; you might think me evil. To tell you the truth, it's probably true. I had the misfortune of being born a pure-blood from a family full of death-eaters. I suppose it is my cruel fate that binds me to commit evil.

I am responsible for the death of Professor Albus Dumbledore, the greatest wizard ever lived since Merlin, and Ronald Weasley. I killed neither of them, but I certainly am the cause of their death. Despite the fact that I regret what I have done, I make no apologies for the crimes I have committed. You might think that I'm really evil now. I'm not apologizing for murder, after all. But you're just being biased.

I committed evil not because I wanted to commit evil, not because I loved cruelty, but because I had to. I had to contribute to the atrocities of the Dark Lord because I had a family to take care of, a family to keep alive, a mother who never ceased to love me. I made myself the criminal in hopes that my mother wouldn't have to endure the torture I was put through. I trained hard and became the best wizard I could possibly be under the watchful eyes of Lord Voldemort so I could one day protect the ones I love from the evil lord's hands.

But one day, something within me snapped. The day I dueled Ronald Weasley, I saw to a full extent what I had become. And I hated it. Ronald Weasley was on a mission to destroy a horcrux. I was on a mission to find a body for the said horcrux. So I fought against the Weasley and he stood no chance against my abilities. I could have killed him in so many occasions, I felt sorry for him. But something incomprehensible occurred. He kept going; he didn't give up. He was also fighting for the ones he loved, his family who always believed in him, his friends who watched out for them, Hermione Granger who loved him. His love overwhelmed me; it overwhelmed the horcrux so much that it killed the horcrux. His love was so great that he sacrificed his life for it. I saw his dying body under the cover of my invisibility cloak. I watched Hermione coming after him, but too late. I saw her yelling out his name. I saw her trying to revive him. I saw her tears flooding out of her eyes. I couldn't work for the Dark Lord anymore. I had to run away.

I wanted my mother to come with me. I wanted my long time mentor to come with me. But they told me just as I had to do what I needed to do, they had to do what they needed to do. My mother, the one who taught me the error of the death-eater's ways, had to stay because she had to take care of her other family members. Despite her differences with her biased family, she still loved them. My mentor, Severus Snape, had a promise to keep. He had promised Dumbledore to keep his position within the ranks of the Dark Lord. He had to kill Dumbledore for it; he wasn't about to run now.

So I left for America on my own. I left for the Land of Dreams to find the true definition of love. Surprisingly, I found it very quickly.

In the American Suburbia, I encountered Hermione Granger, a face I never thought I'd see again. Because I was under a disguise by the name of Jake Alexander, she didn't know she had met me, the man responsible for the death of her lover. And somehow, we fell in love. Over the next three months that I was with her, I was the happiest man on Earth. Despite all the drama, all the arguments, and all the me not knowing how to express my feelings toward her, we managed to discover what love really meant. I thought I had fulfilled my dream. Or so I thought.

My past never ceases to haunt me, it seems. Hermione somehow discovered that I was actually Draco Malfoy. Using the Veritaserum, she squeezed out of me the fact that I had been responsible for Ronald Weasley's death. She left me before I could even say "wait."

To make matters worse, CIA raided Hermione apartment, capturing me. They were supposedly looking for her, who had hacked into the CIA database for classified information, but when they captured me, they forgot all about her. I was on their Wizard's Most Wanted List after all.

I suppose I am fated to be punished for my past sins for the rest of my life. I here in America, unable to protect the people I care about. I lost Hermione, the woman who showed me the meaning of love. And I'm sitting here now, in a CIA interrogation room, about to spend the rest of my life in an American Prison or worse, in Guantánamo.

I am overdosed in Veritaserum. I am wand-less, and therefore, helpless. My destiny, as Americans put it, suck.

I want to find Hermione and make her love me again. I want to return to Britain to redeem myself of my past sins. I want to be stronger so I can finally protect the ones I love. I can't be here forever. I'm not about to wither away the rest of my life in some cold, torturous prison.

I can not accept my destiny.

This is my story.

Title is... Fighting Destiny