Here I am, sitting in one of the oldest bar in Diagon Alley by myself. I ordered Butter Beer, my usual drink. I lean my arms on the bar, looking blankly at the table. The bar is empty by now since it is almost four o'clock in the morning. With my body facing the bar counter, I turned my head to the right then, to the left, looking, wondering, if he is already here, by any chance. The bartender is sweeping the floor, his boring face tells me that he is forced to do so. It is a wooden bar. A bar made of woods, like the old west bar you would see in a movie. Except this bar is better in every inch. Of course it's better, it's The Three Broomsticks. I look again to my half emptied glass on the bar. I still remember the leading factor to this. Why I'm here? It all started when I was on the same class with this boy named Evan Dolohov(yes, related to Antonin Dolohov the Death Eater in the 90s) It all started in 2012 during my third year at Hogwarts.
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James Ravenwood
FantasíaJames Regulus Remus Ravenwood was born a year after The Second Wizarding War on 1998. He was born on Monday, Fifth October 1998. He went to Hogwarts for the first time when he was eleven years old. And this, is his story. THIS IS A FANFICTION.
