the book was amazing, although it was not as confusing as the Order of the Phoenix, it definetely left a lot to be desired. all in all though, a great book that i will read over and over. im not sure where this story is going to go from here, but i will try and write more without ripping off the actual book, which will be hard now that ive read it. after this, though, i dunno whether ill write the seventh based on my book or on J.K.'s, but it will probably be on mine.
ok, more
"What do you think that was, Harry?" asked Hermione in her usual inquisitive voice.
Harry shook his head. "I dunno," he said quietly. "All I remember is thinking I was going to produce a Patronus, and then that pink bird flew out of my wand and I kinda... well... don't remember what happened after that."
Ron, who was leading the way, turned around and walked backwards. "Well, that bird, Hermione reckons its a Phoenix, anyway, it kinda went through the Dementor and took out a silver string. Only it wasn't string, it was like glowing bright silver and, well, it's kinda hard to explain, even though it had an end, y'know, one you could see, you could just kinda tell it had no end, and er....." Ron voice faded away, for he could not find words to explain it further.
"And Diggle?" asked Harry, remembering the piercing scream he heard. "What happened to him?"
"It's weird, Harry. He was screaming because one of the Dementor's cloaks fell off-"
"What did it look like?" interjected Harry, who was always curious about the hidden body of the gliding demon.
"Words can not explain," said Ron in a dreamy sounding voice, and Harry was reminded of Luna Lovegood, a 5th year who believed all sorts of crazy things.
"So, what happened?" continued Harry, hardly expecting that the scream he heard came simply because a Dementor's cloak fell off.
"Well, it was weird Harry. The cloak kind of crawled up Diggle and tried to suffocate him. Which can mean it's only one thing."
Harry stared blankly, and he could tell from Ron's silence that he didn't know either.
"Didn't you two read Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them during our second year?" she asked desperately, but was ready for Harry and Ron's answers.
"Of course not!" responded Harry, followed by Ron's usual, "How do you remember these things, Hermione?"
Holding her head slightly higher, she said," Well, if you didn't read, the you dont deserve to have me tell you."
"Oh, c'mon, Hermione," said Harry, grinning at her.
She looked at Harry with her beautiful brown eyes, and Harry's insides turned into butter. Why am I feeling this way about Hermione? he asked himself. Surely she likes Ron more, shes been giving clues for years.
"Oh, all right," she said, smiling at Harry and taking his hand in hers. Continuing to hold Harry's hand, which Harry no longe believed was a part of his body, she told him and Ron her suspicions. "I think, that Dementor's cloaks are Lethifolds."
Neither Harry nor Ron know what a Lethifold was, and they remained silent, waiting for when Hermione would scold them for not knowing. Sure enough... "Oh, you two! A lethifold is a black sheet, almost like a veil, that creeps around the floor of wizard homes and wraps itself around its victim, suffocating the unfortunate witch or wizard." Once again, Hermione's definition made her sound like the author of the book itself. At least, though, Harry and Ron knew what a Lethifold did.
"Ah... Diagon Alley!" said Ron cheerfully as they emerged from Knockturn Alley and into the once again vibrant and crowded streets of Diagon Alley.
"But I thought everyone was cleared out by the Death..."
"No, Harry," said Hermione in response. The Order members cleared them out. Gave a reasonable excuse though. Said they had to transport a very dangerous creature into Knockturn Alley. That cleared them right up, I imagine."
"Hmmm," Harry said, but he was rather busy looking for Weasley Wizard Wheezes. "Ron, where is Fred and George's joke shop?" he asked, scanning through the thick crowds in search of the store.
Ron grinned at him. "D'you need to ask, Harry? Look over there."
Harry followed Ron's pointed finger to a tiny shop crammed in between two larger ones. However, what really drew Harry's eye was the hundreds of young kids swarming into and out of the door. Even more were looking in through the windows, and a few tried to climb up to the roof and get in through a vent
"Brilliant," whispered Harry in awe when he saw the sign the Weasley twins had made: Umbridge being pummeled with a variety of fireworks.
Really sorry about the wait, but I've been busy with a summer test prep course among other things so ive been tied down but now that its the weekend I have more time. I've also decided that once I finish this novel I'll write the seventh book after MY story, not jk's, just to kinda break the mold. OK then, more later!