The Diaries of Tomorrow
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
655
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Diaries of Tomorrow
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. JK Rowling owns it all. I just play with them.
Note: please, be gentle. English isn't my native language.
The Diaries of Tomorrow
Chapter one
Draco’s POV
August 6.
The idea of creating you, my diary, came when I knew that I had to start over again. Begin a new life, without family or friends, without a fire in me burning for revenge.
There is none. I feel hollow, like an empty book and I can’t even feel bad.
I feel like nothing all the time, I just wander around in my new ‘home’ and try to ignore the little annoying voices in myself.
And time passes.
***
‘August 14
I guess I should call this a weekly magazine in stead of a diary.
I just don’t know what to write to you, without nagging all the time.
Let’s entertain ourself, shall we? (I didn’t mean to make it sarcastic. Or maybe I did.)
...
I can’t believe she isn’t here anymore. The realization hits me every day again. It’s the only thing I can feel. He killed her. She only tried to protect me, and yet, he did it.
I can still see how he raised his wand, how his expression changed from anger for my mistakes to lust, for killing someone. How could I ever think he would spare me, when I didn’t accomplish my task?
And then there is the always returning question: how could I ever follow him?
I can blame my father, my youth or my family. But what’s there to blame?
They’re all dead. Everything’s dead.
Even I am, in a way.’
With a sigh, he closed the little black book. He sighed once more, turning under his sheets.
The hard material of the blankets almost hurt him. Why did everything in this fucking place had to be cheap and worthless? Because the Ministry took all your money and your house, he reminded himself. They had taken it all, even his toys he’d played with when he was a child.
No mercy, never. They’re just the same as the Dark Lord. It doesn’t matter which side you choose now, because one day, you had chosen wrong. And once wrong, ever wrong.
Antother 17 days in this house of hell, and then he would know just how forgiving Hogwarts was.
Reviews are very (very very very) welcome :D
Note: please, be gentle. English isn't my native language.
The Diaries of Tomorrow
Chapter one
Draco’s POV
August 6.
The idea of creating you, my diary, came when I knew that I had to start over again. Begin a new life, without family or friends, without a fire in me burning for revenge.
There is none. I feel hollow, like an empty book and I can’t even feel bad.
I feel like nothing all the time, I just wander around in my new ‘home’ and try to ignore the little annoying voices in myself.
And time passes.
***
‘August 14
I guess I should call this a weekly magazine in stead of a diary.
I just don’t know what to write to you, without nagging all the time.
Let’s entertain ourself, shall we? (I didn’t mean to make it sarcastic. Or maybe I did.)
...
I can’t believe she isn’t here anymore. The realization hits me every day again. It’s the only thing I can feel. He killed her. She only tried to protect me, and yet, he did it.
I can still see how he raised his wand, how his expression changed from anger for my mistakes to lust, for killing someone. How could I ever think he would spare me, when I didn’t accomplish my task?
And then there is the always returning question: how could I ever follow him?
I can blame my father, my youth or my family. But what’s there to blame?
They’re all dead. Everything’s dead.
Even I am, in a way.’
With a sigh, he closed the little black book. He sighed once more, turning under his sheets.
The hard material of the blankets almost hurt him. Why did everything in this fucking place had to be cheap and worthless? Because the Ministry took all your money and your house, he reminded himself. They had taken it all, even his toys he’d played with when he was a child.
No mercy, never. They’re just the same as the Dark Lord. It doesn’t matter which side you choose now, because one day, you had chosen wrong. And once wrong, ever wrong.
Antother 17 days in this house of hell, and then he would know just how forgiving Hogwarts was.
Reviews are very (very very very) welcome :D