Bleeding heart chapter 13:
Draco pov:
disclaimer: I don't own anything sorry
"Granger, Hermione," said a cranky old lady with grey hair.
The brunette walked forward, and sat at the on the little stool. The older woman placed the old hat on her head, and we waited. It was quite, and her face was screwed up in a concentration. All you could here was pure silence, then in a boom a voice yelled out "Slytherin!"
There was a loud cheer from the farthest table from where I stood.
I looked at the table that cheered, and knew that's where im going to go. I looked back at Hermione when she slipped of the stool. She held her head held high, and made her was to the Slytherin table, with a smile on her face. I couldn't help, but smiling knowing im on my way over there myself.
They went through a few people, then asked for my... well I don't know what he is to me any more. Well lets just say they asked for Blaise. He got sorted into Slytherin. I watched him slip into the seat next to Hermione's. I watched her smile at him, and he smiled back. Blaise must have realized some one was watching him, because he turned around searched the group, and then looked at me. He gave me a smirk.
"Potter, Harry," said a voice.
I switched my vision from the table, to the stool. I saw a bespeckle boy with glasses. He had messy black hair, and wrinkled school robes. He had green eyes, and when you looked really close you could see doubt.
This was the boy that defeated the dark lord? He doesn't look like much to me.
The dark lord was the most powerful wizard in the whole wide world. One day before he reached complete control one of his most faithful servant heard a prophecy. It was about his destruction. As soon as he heard about this he went looking for it. The boy who was going to bring his down fall.
He found it. He went to there house in the middle of the night. It was rumored that they didn't even have there wands on them. He first killed the dad, supposedly he was trying to buy them time. I don't think it gave them enough time. Because soon he was after the boy. He was going to spare the mother, she was going to be a gift for the man who brought him the prophecy. He told her to move, but she wouldn't budge. So he had to kill her, at the last moment she turned around to look at her son. With a flash of green light she crumpled to the floor, dead. He looked down, while thinking what a shame.
He turned to the little boy sitting up in his crib, just looking at him. He pointed his wand at the boy. Said a spell he's used over a hundred time over. It shot toward the boy, and then it slowly stopped. It sat there between them, and then before he knew it, the spell rebounded on him. He didn't have enough time to get out of the way, and with a flash he disappeared. Never to be seen since. That was almost eleven years ago.
The only reason we knew about it was because he put a spell on himself so we could watch his rise to victory. It slowly got around, and every day for the past ten years everyone celebrated the day, even some of the death eaters.
No one knew what happened to the boy. There was rumors that:
1. he joined a pack of wolves
2. he grew up and walked away the same day the dark lord died
3. He died
4. Dumbledore killed him (which doesn't make much sense now that I think about it)
5. He went to Askaband for killing someone
6. He got adopted by muggle's (which is by far the most stupid one. There's no way that could have happened... right?)
7. He got what muggle's call a sex change and turned himself into a girl
8. He got eaten by a three headed dog
9. Goblins chained him up in Grigotts and sick's him on evil people
10. He got turned into a vampire, and now rolls with the name Edward Cullen
Well they go on and on just getting stupider.
"Gryffindor," the hat yelled which pulled me out of my thoughts.
The table farthest away from Slytherin yelled, and cheered.
"We got potter! We got Potter!" yelled a red head almost falling out of his seat.
I looked back at Potter, he was blushing, and basically running for his seat. I sneered at him, he's pathetic.
"Malfoy, Draco," said the old lady.
I strutted to the stool, and sat down. She sat the hat on my head, and it roared, "Slytherin."
A/N So here you go Chapter thirteen! :) I refused to update till we get to 36 reviews... starting... NOW!
Love,
Sarah