Hi... this is my first ever fanfiction. I started writing fanfiction after writing creatively in a forum that I post in and someone mistook it for Hermione/Draco fiction.
So here I am with a prologue and the promise of many things to come!
Prologue
Silence greeted me. The comforting cold washed over me. The cold reminded me that I was alive.
I was still breathing. But only just.
The moonlight cast odd shadows over the battleground and the bodies strewn across it. In the darkness it was hard to tell good from bad. I dared not light my wand. I wished I had the hand of glory. Damn, how could I have forgotten it? I looked down, my foot had struck something solid. I grimaced and continued on my way.
For I had somewhere to go and somewhere to meet.
Finally, I realised I was where I needed to be. Thirty paces to the right of the Whomping Willow facing towards the lake. I checked my watch, squinting to make out the numbers.
Two minutes early.
I pulled my cloak around me, and took a moment to glance at all of the fallen. No one lived as far as I could tell.
The wind blew, I could feel him approaching me, I allowed myself a moment to wonder what he was going to say, before I worked on my composure. Impassive, impersonal, still.
Cool breath trailed down my neck, his hand slipped into mine, he pressed a small package into my hand.
"You know what to do,"
And he disappeared.
I sank to the ground.
He was right. I knew what to do.
I know its short, but please Read and Reply.. please?