The Diaries of Tomorrow
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
680
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.
Meeting the headphones
Disclaimer: see first chapter
‘August 30
Maybe I should write a letter to Potter. Tell him how he ruined my life. That I won’t be able to live with him in the same castle without killing us both.
He will be so fucking proud of himself. Proclaiming to everyone he killed Voldemort. I can see his self satisfied face when we will meet. He will be able to spit on me, and no one will care.
Who would care anyway? You must be insane to care about a Death Eaters’ son. Even when the war is over and said Death Eater doesn’t exist anymore. Not even a Gryffindor would risk that.’
Draco started pakking his books. Even though he didn’t have any friends or his godfather, he still longed to go to Hogwarts. It contained more good memories than any of this rotten orphanages, hell, it contained all of his good memories.
After he putted all of his stuff into the trunk, he seated himself on the little and putted his headphones on. That was the only thing he appreciated from Muggles. They had a lot of brilliant music, and they had decent thing to play it too. He thought about his first impression on muggle music. The first time he noticed headphones, had been on a bus.
He was watching people (one of his favorite hobbies) when suddenly, a teen got on the bus. He wasn’t very special, just a normal kid, but the weird part about him was that he was wearing earwarmers. In summer. When it was around 35 degrees.
Ok, he thought, muggles cannot possibly be that stupid. There’s just one way to find out, tough. So he had asked the lad, and, after receiving an odd look, he had explained him everything about it. And now he was a HUGE fan of them.
He choose one of his favorite songs and started to sing along.
“Johnny went to frosted flake for a walk in the frozen wood, he bumped into a mushroom..”
Just then his roommate entered. Draco immediately stopped singing. He absolutely did not
like Peter. He was two years younger than Draco, but always tried to make fun of him.
“Hey weirdo,listening to that dumb music again? You still can’t appreciate some GOOD
music?”
“If you mean by music that crap you listen to, then, no,” smirked Draco.
Peter always listenend to the same music; music with a very hard beat and without any
fantasy. He calls it ‘music from the gods’, Draco rather calls it ‘pure hell’.
“So you’re leaving tomorrow? You probably can’t wait to see all your litle faggot friends
back. Your boyfriend will be waiting for you.”
That last sentence was too much for Draco.
“If you really wanna know, nobody will be waiting for me! I don’t have any friends left! And you stupid muggle, you don’t know a damn about being yourself in a world where everybody hates you! So fuck off and don’t dare to return!”
He couldn’t hold back anymore, so he started weeping and buried his face in his pillow.
Quietly he cried himself to sleep.
‘August 30
Maybe I should write a letter to Potter. Tell him how he ruined my life. That I won’t be able to live with him in the same castle without killing us both.
He will be so fucking proud of himself. Proclaiming to everyone he killed Voldemort. I can see his self satisfied face when we will meet. He will be able to spit on me, and no one will care.
Who would care anyway? You must be insane to care about a Death Eaters’ son. Even when the war is over and said Death Eater doesn’t exist anymore. Not even a Gryffindor would risk that.’
Draco started pakking his books. Even though he didn’t have any friends or his godfather, he still longed to go to Hogwarts. It contained more good memories than any of this rotten orphanages, hell, it contained all of his good memories.
After he putted all of his stuff into the trunk, he seated himself on the little and putted his headphones on. That was the only thing he appreciated from Muggles. They had a lot of brilliant music, and they had decent thing to play it too. He thought about his first impression on muggle music. The first time he noticed headphones, had been on a bus.
He was watching people (one of his favorite hobbies) when suddenly, a teen got on the bus. He wasn’t very special, just a normal kid, but the weird part about him was that he was wearing earwarmers. In summer. When it was around 35 degrees.
Ok, he thought, muggles cannot possibly be that stupid. There’s just one way to find out, tough. So he had asked the lad, and, after receiving an odd look, he had explained him everything about it. And now he was a HUGE fan of them.
He choose one of his favorite songs and started to sing along.
“Johnny went to frosted flake for a walk in the frozen wood, he bumped into a mushroom..”
Just then his roommate entered. Draco immediately stopped singing. He absolutely did not
like Peter. He was two years younger than Draco, but always tried to make fun of him.
“Hey weirdo,listening to that dumb music again? You still can’t appreciate some GOOD
music?”
“If you mean by music that crap you listen to, then, no,” smirked Draco.
Peter always listenend to the same music; music with a very hard beat and without any
fantasy. He calls it ‘music from the gods’, Draco rather calls it ‘pure hell’.
“So you’re leaving tomorrow? You probably can’t wait to see all your litle faggot friends
back. Your boyfriend will be waiting for you.”
That last sentence was too much for Draco.
“If you really wanna know, nobody will be waiting for me! I don’t have any friends left! And you stupid muggle, you don’t know a damn about being yourself in a world where everybody hates you! So fuck off and don’t dare to return!”
He couldn’t hold back anymore, so he started weeping and buried his face in his pillow.
Quietly he cried himself to sleep.