Chapter 3: Uncertainty
Personable
Draco Malfoy was good looking. Everyone knew this. He was arrogant, also common knowledge. Yet one thing no one knew about him was he never wanted to be that way. If he had made his own choices, things would have been different. He was never selfless enough to be a Gryffindor but Ravenclaw would have suited him well. He never would have gotten the dark mark. He would have never become his father. It was simple really; Draco Malfoy was never allowed his own choices. Until the night, he chose not to kill one Headmaster. He had always known, choices would be his downfall.
2. Icing
Lilly Potter nee Evans had one secret weakness, chocolate icing. It was her one true love. Well right after James anyway. Many a time during her school years she could be found hiding in the kitchens of Hogwarts after a particularly grueling day sticking spoon after spoon of chocolaty goodness into her mouth. Chocolate icing was how James managed to convince her to go on their first date. It was a promise she would never forget and was always glad she had taken up on. "If you go out with me," He had said, "I'll buy an entire chocolate cake just for you, with lots of icing" Needless she had agreed, and never regretted it.
3. Quantum Mechanics
"Now honestly Ron it's not like its Quantum mechanics or anything! Do it Right!"
"Quanta What?"
"You're hopeless…"
4. Extricate
When one Harry Potter found his two best friends in a very…compromising position one night he had to wonder. Just when had he lost it, and just how long had this been going on? He went back to bed and swore he would never ever mention this. He just hoped he would forget it. He hadn't even know the human body could bend like that
5. Confusion
The Devil had been waiting for a long time, and he was getting impatient. One Tom Marvolo Riddle was very, very late for his appointment. The Devil was not a nice person and he had a short temper. His eye twitched "When that little creep gets here," he would frequently mutter, "he is going to wish he had never even been thought of." At that precise time, a certain Lord Voldemort had a peculiar sense of dread. Not to far away Harry Potter felt at almost the exact same time a very gratifying sense of impending joy. Voldemort looked confused when he died. Harry looked elated and the Devil, well he just looked mad.
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