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.