Wæfré
Hey guess what? I really do not want to go back to school! This week was so unproductive for me, so on top of going back to school I'm pissed off about it. Yipppee!
Went shopping on friday and that was fun, then went over to Kurissa's aunt's place and hung out. Bowling today was fun, now I'm just chilling here doing nothing. Rene went to the mall and didn't invite me, kinda mad about that; I wanna go somewhere wicked badly.
So yah I have a shitload of homework to do still, well okay, no I don't, but I have to finish rewriting my essay for english 'cause I never did finish it before. Freakin' "closing thoughts" eww I hate them. So yah that and studying for the vocab test and getting off-book for Frost and getting an actual character for Frost which I've been putting off 'cause I suck at that sort of thing! Fun fun. Wow, kind of a run-on sentence back there, that's cool though. God I'm sorta hyper right now, either hyper or giddy, though I doubt the latter for I have not had as of yet any extreme laughing fits over nothing, and I just read a figging fic and I think I would laugh over that if I was giddy. Hahaha, yeah. Ok, leaving now.
SECRET-KEEPER
“My Lord, I have good news.”
“It had better be good, Wormtail, for your sake.”
Voldemort's wand rested lightly in his hand, quivering with anticipation. At his feet lay a wizard, seemingly dead but for the rise and fall of his chest.
“Y…yes, my Lord, it is a very useful piece of information.”
“You disappoint me often, Wormtail. Let us hope that this is different.”
“I apologize, my Lord. I am here to serve you.”
“We shall see.”
Peter stood silently, a pained look on his face.
“Well? What is it, Wormtail?”
“My Lord, I can give you the Potters.”
THE TASTE OF FREEDOM
For once in his life, Harry has tasted freedom. Sirius is with him, free as well. Harry has discovered his father’s best friend, the closest thing to a father he has ever had. Leaving the roots of the Whomping Willow he can feel his life changing; he knows that things will never be the same.
Peter is finally going to be punished for betraying his parents. Tonight, Harry’s life seems almost perfect. Slowly the moon rises and shines its light on Hogwarts. In three transformations, Harry’s life is changed inevitably. One minute of moonlight, and his freedom leaves him forever.
A/N: Yah, this drabble kind of sucks, I had this idea that the whole Mudblood thing should originate from the Malfoys, as they're so keen on being pureblood; I would like to think that they're like that because the started from a Muggleborn or halfblood, it would be something very arrogant and Malfoy-like. So I guess this is one of the original Malfoys, and he goes to curse the dude and really nothing happens, but I needed SOMETHING to happen because he isn't a squib only isn't really good with magic, and his Muggle father says that it's not because of his ancestry, and has nothing to do with being a Muggleborn, but every Malfoy after that thinks it is, thus calling Muggleborns Mudbloods and accusing them of having crappy magical power. *deep breaths* Yah, I think that's all for notes...
THE MALFOY ROOTS
Malfoy stood there, wand in hand, forcing himself to feel the power surge through his fingertips. He spoke the words of the curse, but barely anything happened. There was no flash of light, no screams of pain from his opponent. There was only a small misplacement of air.
Malfoy’s father tried to comfort him, telling him that it had nothing to do with ancestry, that he did not have dirty blood. But this did not help: he never did say what it was from.
Hundreds of years later, the Malfoy’s have still not forgotten that their ancestor was a Mudblood.
Went shopping on friday and that was fun, then went over to Kurissa's aunt's place and hung out. Bowling today was fun, now I'm just chilling here doing nothing. Rene went to the mall and didn't invite me, kinda mad about that; I wanna go somewhere wicked badly.
So yah I have a shitload of homework to do still, well okay, no I don't, but I have to finish rewriting my essay for english 'cause I never did finish it before. Freakin' "closing thoughts" eww I hate them. So yah that and studying for the vocab test and getting off-book for Frost and getting an actual character for Frost which I've been putting off 'cause I suck at that sort of thing! Fun fun. Wow, kind of a run-on sentence back there, that's cool though. God I'm sorta hyper right now, either hyper or giddy, though I doubt the latter for I have not had as of yet any extreme laughing fits over nothing, and I just read a figging fic and I think I would laugh over that if I was giddy. Hahaha, yeah. Ok, leaving now.
SECRET-KEEPER
“My Lord, I have good news.”
“It had better be good, Wormtail, for your sake.”
Voldemort's wand rested lightly in his hand, quivering with anticipation. At his feet lay a wizard, seemingly dead but for the rise and fall of his chest.
“Y…yes, my Lord, it is a very useful piece of information.”
“You disappoint me often, Wormtail. Let us hope that this is different.”
“I apologize, my Lord. I am here to serve you.”
“We shall see.”
Peter stood silently, a pained look on his face.
“Well? What is it, Wormtail?”
“My Lord, I can give you the Potters.”
THE TASTE OF FREEDOM
For once in his life, Harry has tasted freedom. Sirius is with him, free as well. Harry has discovered his father’s best friend, the closest thing to a father he has ever had. Leaving the roots of the Whomping Willow he can feel his life changing; he knows that things will never be the same.
Peter is finally going to be punished for betraying his parents. Tonight, Harry’s life seems almost perfect. Slowly the moon rises and shines its light on Hogwarts. In three transformations, Harry’s life is changed inevitably. One minute of moonlight, and his freedom leaves him forever.
A/N: Yah, this drabble kind of sucks, I had this idea that the whole Mudblood thing should originate from the Malfoys, as they're so keen on being pureblood; I would like to think that they're like that because the started from a Muggleborn or halfblood, it would be something very arrogant and Malfoy-like. So I guess this is one of the original Malfoys, and he goes to curse the dude and really nothing happens, but I needed SOMETHING to happen because he isn't a squib only isn't really good with magic, and his Muggle father says that it's not because of his ancestry, and has nothing to do with being a Muggleborn, but every Malfoy after that thinks it is, thus calling Muggleborns Mudbloods and accusing them of having crappy magical power. *deep breaths* Yah, I think that's all for notes...
THE MALFOY ROOTS
Malfoy stood there, wand in hand, forcing himself to feel the power surge through his fingertips. He spoke the words of the curse, but barely anything happened. There was no flash of light, no screams of pain from his opponent. There was only a small misplacement of air.
Malfoy’s father tried to comfort him, telling him that it had nothing to do with ancestry, that he did not have dirty blood. But this did not help: he never did say what it was from.
Hundreds of years later, the Malfoy’s have still not forgotten that their ancestor was a Mudblood.