hey, yall want to see good fanfic, go here.
(they are not as good as HS, but they come pretty close)
though I must warn you, do not look too far in the romance section, or be grossed out when you do!
Very good story. The writing style is very diffrent from JK's but theres sumthing you did thats.....VERY GOOD! you didnt put a little flashback thing every single sentance in the begging like "Malfoy was Harry's rival" blah blah blah. I mean there was those 3-4 posts where he relived that night in the 6th book but that actually took place with the current time. it get's annoying to me when im reading a new HP book and it stalls the action with "Malfoy was harrys enemy and rival" crap. Ur's is continous flowing story. Of course to post seperations are long but id rather it take a year and be totally awesome rather than 20 minutes and be really crappy. Keep going with the good work ^_^!
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HS knows my support for his story, and I don't feel it necessary to harass him to post more. I'd rather have quality than speed, since my life doesn't revolve around finding out what happens next. I'm not king of the world, just the voice of common sense.
As for PMing me, I would have replied but I decided not to upon reading this thread.
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wow, ur story is insanely incredible. I honestly think you could send that to jk and like get millions and become her best friend. I read the story and then created an account so I could tell you this. Youre Frekkin Aweswome Dude!!
As soon as the words left his mouth, he immediately recalled the brief conversation he had had with Fred and George only yesterday. They had told him that they thought some of the members of the Order were holding back details of the night Dumbledore died from the others. Could it be true?
Could there be another wolf in the fold?
Harry doubted it, but what if the twins were on to something? Could the memory he held in his hand contain a clue? After all, the Order worked in ways Harry still didn’t understand, but why would somebody be Disapparating—in secret, evidently—from the back yard of the Burrow? And why would they have a memory like this with them? There were too many questions, and ones that couldn’t be answered just yet.
“Harry, what—who could have dropped it?” asked Ginny. Her face still bore an expression of shock.
He shrugged. “I don’t know. It had to have been a member of the Order.”
She nodded. “Do you think it would be safe to ask McGonagall in the morning?” She seemed nervous just to have to ask this question.
“I don’t want her to think we’ve been snooping—”
“Harry, you’re a member of the Order now. In fact, you’re the most important person in the Order. You deserve to know what’s going on…”
He nodded weakly. “I guess,” he looked down at the small container. Its contents danced merrily around inside, almost as if begging him to watch them. “Right. You’re right. I’ll ask McGonagall in the morning; she’s the best one to go to.”
Ginny agreed. “Now, go get some sleep,” she ordered, and, smiling playfully, she added, “You look terrible.”
* * * * *
It wasn’t until Ron had woken up the next morning (several hours after everyone else) that Harry had the chance to tell him and Hermione about the vial.
“He’s already said that, Ron! It was last night sometime,” said Hermione, her voice audibly frustrated. It was the seventh time she had explained to him that Harry had found the memory some time during the last night.
“Yeah,” added Harry. “When you woke up—there was a… a crack outside, like somebody had Apparated. That’s when I woke up, that’s when Pig started screaming, and that’s when you woke up.”
“Right,” said Ron, nodding his head. “And what time was it again?”
“RONALD!” screeched Hermione.
“Okay, okay, okay. We don’t know what time it was. I get it.”
Harry watched Ron, brow furrowed in thought. “Why do want to know the exact time anyway? We know it was last night; isn’t that good enough?”
After a moment of thick silence, Ron answered, “Let’s face it. The Order doesn’t tell us all of the things they do…even though they should. Especially to you, Harry,” he said, looking up. “There could have been members Apparating and Disapparating from here all night long; they have been using the house as a sort of temporary headquarters. I’m just saying; we’ve got something important. We’ve got somebody’s memory. And… we have no idea who it belonged to. If we start asking around—ask McGonagall, or whoever—and they know something, know something was lost, know that we have whatever was lost, and whatever was lost is important—maybe even above-the-Order important—they’re going to try to get it back. And then we’ll be back where we started; back to the Order not telling us much.”
There was a long silence. The three of them were all deep in their own thoughts.
Hermione broke the quiet. “Are you saying the Order has been withholding information from us—from Harry?”
Ron shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe not even from just Harry. What if some members of the Order are withholding information from other members of the Order?”
Hermione shook her head instantly. “No,” she said, “it couldn’t be. There couldn’t be other…”
Harry spoke, voice bitter. “What, traitors? There’s already been one. It would be easier if there was a few of them—a group of traitors.” His mind mulled over what Ron had said, and what had happened over the past couple of nights.
Hermione shook her head.
“Why is it so unbelievable? When I was talking to the Order about what happened… that night, I could tell they weren’t saying something. They’re holding something back—maybe not the entire Order, but I’m telling you: there is something going on in the Order that some of the members don’t want others to know,” stated Harry.
Hermione looked up at him, defeated. She looked to Ron. He shrugged his shoulders. “Harry’s right. It’s possible…”
Harry nodded. “Even Fred and George think so. I told you what they said to me yesterday.”
Hermione didn’t speak for a moment, still wearing an expression of utter defeat. Finally, she said, “What does it mean, though? What can we do about it?”
Harry shrugged. “I can still ask Professor McGonagall about who might have been Disapparating last night from here. I don’t think that will lead her to believe anything.”
“And…” Ron offered. “You can find out what’s in that memory.”
Harry instinctively looked toward the trunk at the foot of his bed. He had hidden the small vial—buried amid the mass of clothes and other miscellaneous items. He nodded. “You know what that means,” And he smiled. “Back to Hogwarts.”
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so hooked but no storie! I hope you find some time soon to post more 
stfu plz
