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Well, well, well, i guess somebody did decide to read this! muahaha. Well now you're stuck reading my fanfic of the seventh Harry Potter book. (sorry i just love those smilies). By the way, this is by no means the real book and all harry potter related items are fully of Ms. Rowling's work, and by no means am i saying that i wrote anything of the harry potter books, this is just a fanfic. So enjoy!
Chapter One
In all of England, but especially on Privet drive, a fine veil of grey mist blanketed the Muggle and wizarding world. The hope and happiness seemed drained, and unnatural chill about, though grass as dry and parched as if the weather were acting like it should in the middle of summer. While the rest of the muggles curled by the fire, Harry Potter paced his bedroom.
The only emotion he allowed himself to taste was the itch to try some magic and begin his hunt for the Horcruxes. The rest of his emotions were brushed, rather pushed, to the deepest corners of his mind, although all clambering to be felt.
One of the emotions involved a girl, a girl named Ginny. How Harry missed her, longed to talk to her, see her, even just hold her hand... Sternly he pushed the thought out of his mind and glanced at the luminous dials of his alarm clock. 11:45.
More frustrated than ever, he paced again. Impatiently, he glanced at the clock again. 11:46. He let out a sigh then flopped on his bed. Where would Hermione, Ron and him search for the Horcruxes? So far he could only think of a single place which would be the orphanage.
Sorry, im going to dinner, so ill post later. The rest of chapter one will probably come tomorrow. gotta love those smilies!
Chapter One
In all of England, but especially on Privet drive, a fine veil of grey mist blanketed the Muggle and wizarding world. The hope and happiness seemed drained, and unnatural chill about, though grass as dry and parched as if the weather were acting like it should in the middle of summer. While the rest of the muggles curled by the fire, Harry Potter paced his bedroom.
The only emotion he allowed himself to taste was the itch to try some magic and begin his hunt for the Horcruxes. The rest of his emotions were brushed, rather pushed, to the deepest corners of his mind, although all clambering to be felt.
One of the emotions involved a girl, a girl named Ginny. How Harry missed her, longed to talk to her, see her, even just hold her hand... Sternly he pushed the thought out of his mind and glanced at the luminous dials of his alarm clock. 11:45.
More frustrated than ever, he paced again. Impatiently, he glanced at the clock again. 11:46. He let out a sigh then flopped on his bed. Where would Hermione, Ron and him search for the Horcruxes? So far he could only think of a single place which would be the orphanage.
Sorry, im going to dinner, so ill post later. The rest of chapter one will probably come tomorrow. gotta love those smilies!