Disclaimer: No, I don't own the Potter Books.
…
The
warm pub invites on a cold night.
Especially
since it's not good to be out nowadays.
Death
Eaters terrorizing left and right.
And
I could do with a nice drink.
I
entered and kept my head down.
It
doesn't do good to converse.
You
can't trust anyone anymore.
At
least, not while there's a war.
This
scene is where I mark the start.
The
beginning that would change my life.
And
create a hell lot of conflict and confusion.
I
asked the bartender for a butterbeer, small size.
My
thoughts had been on Harry and Ron.
I
was separated from them during the Death Eater raid.
It
was chaos all over the place.
And
they had instructed me to leave.
It
feels like forever since I had seen them last.
Even
though I know it only had been a week.
But
wherever they are now, they're probably alive.
Out
there somewhere, continuing to locate horcruxes.
Professor
Dumbledore is probably cheering for them in his grave.
And
looking over them, all night and day.
I decided I had hidden long enough and it was time to go back.
I
was going to contact the Order, tomorrow at dawn.
At
least, that was what I had planned.
I
was leaving the pub to find an Inn.
That
was, until, I bumped into a boy.
Seventeen
and drunk, looking miserable.
And
then I realized in shock it was Draco Malfoy.
AN/Please review. I really want to know if you like the idea of the whole poetry drabble for each chapter, and if my writing is well…up to standards. Criticism is highly welcomed. Well, ego inflating praise is too, but meh.
