Wicked- a Bastille and Harry Potter fanfic

~Farewell my friend~

"Are you ready?" Uncle James asks after a few minutes. It's weird, but I'm really gonna miss this place. And two people in particular.....

"Dan, wait!"
I hear a familiar voice when I'm about to leave. Out of the orphanage runs a little boy. It's my best friend Ralph, we practically did everything together, and now I'm gonna leave him forever.

A knock on my door. "Daniel, are you in?" Mrs Howdley asks, while immediately going in. Luckily she doesn't seem to pay attention to the fact that I'm playing music, while I'm actually not allowed to. This is because she is not alone. She brought a boy from about my age with her. "Daniel, this is Ralph, your new room mate. I expect you to become best friends." And she leaves him with me. He immediately walks to my keyboard, where the chords of Alchemy are still laying. "You write your own music? That's so cool: me too!"

From that moment we started writing and playing together as Annie Oakley Hanging, which has been a lot of fun. But I have to leave him right now, I have to quit Annie Oakley Hanging. Things will never be the same again. "Farewell, Ralph" I say, before I turn around and walk away into the darkness to never return again.