hi people im new a tthis....but i really REALLY love harry potter...obviously, or i wouldnt be here...well, the only thing i ahve to say, is that i really really loved the sixth book, even though it made me cry....'tear'.....but i absolutely cannot wait until the seventh...ill be waiting at midnight....again....oh and the goblet of fire movie should be freaking awsome!!
Do you guys mind if i help a little? you can just ignore this if you don't want me to.
"Reducto!" Harry yelled, before he lost his nerve.
A bright light produced from the tombstone became even brighter...so bright that harry had to turn away. The light got brighter and brighter untill harry couldn't stand it anymore. He dropped to his knees, covered in sweat from the emence heat.
Then suddenly, with a large, crackling, the light disappeared. Harry was was in shock and could seem to move. But he knew he had to. Turning back slowly, he looked at where the tombstone used to be.
I liked it. I would really like to read more of this story so if you have any more ideas put it up. This story has been going no where for a while now.
Hey I'm new...and i really like the start of this story! but it needs to get going again....i was wondering if maybe i could help out a little? If anyone minds I'll just read....but i really want this up and moving once more
oh! and i thought it would be good if we put all the posts together in one...just to have it all in one spot....so I'll post it.
Chapter 1
An owl swoops into a darkened room, where a tall man wearing black robes stood waiting for it. Opening the letter that the owl gave to him, he scanned it without any sign of feeling. Sitting down, he seemed to be waiting for something. After a minute, there was a soft knock on the door.
"Enter" the man said, and a young man with blond hair and stride that seemed to have lost its swagger, accompanied by an older man with greasy black hair entered the room. They both kneeled down to kiss the end of the robes of Lord Voldermort. Standing back up, Snape and Draco took seats opposite of Lord Voldermort.
"You wished to see us, my Lord?" Snape asked him. Voldermort looked at him for a minute before speaking.
"Yes, I would like to know what happened a few short weeks ago." Voldermort said, turning to Draco, "Like why Malfoy here did not seem to be able to finish his mission, but you," He said, turning back to Snape, "Seemed quite able to perform the curse."
"Well, you see, you Lordship, I....I..." Draco sputtered.
"You what? Could you not finish him? Even though, as I’m told, you had his wand in your hand and he was completely at your mercy?" Draco seemed at a loss of words. Snape decided it best to speak for him.
"My Lord, I believe that Dumbledore was trying to bring him over to his side, messing with his head. Malfoy did not have time to finish him before the rest of the Death Eaters got there." Malfoy looked up, looking more pitiful than ever. But Lord Voldermort did not give mercy, not to anyone that didn't do as he told them.
"If my sources are correct, as I know they are, for I read there minds, Malfoy had plenty of time to take care of what was needed to be done. Isn't that right, Malfoy?" Voldermort said, looking at Draco's pale form.
"Well, I...I...well..."
"I have no choice but to dismiss you from my services." said Voldemort.
“But..but…I..I…” Draco stuttered.
“I’m afraid there is no choice in the matter, Draco. Unless…” Voldermort looked at him straight in the eye. “There may be one way for you to keep your life, Draco.”
“Anything! Anything, my master.”
CHAPTER 2
Harry sat up quickly in his bed. He just had a very vivid dream, but he couldn't remember what it was about. Shrugging it off, he looked around the room. At the foot of his bed was a huge trunk, though only a few pieces of parchment and some dirty robes lay in it. It looked as if the contents of the trunk were spread about the room. There were a couple of books sprawled around the room, along with a few ink bottles and more pieces of parchment. Leaning against the back wall of the room was a brightly painted broomstick. And on a desk stood a cage that looked like it needed cleaning, but whatever was supposed to be in had apparently left. About to go back to sleep, Harry heard a tap on his window. Looking up warily, he saw a snowy while owl. Harry quickly jumped out of bed.
"What is it, Hedwig?" Harry asked, expecting a letter. But Hedwig didn't have a letter. Instead she dropped the remains of a mouse that she just caught. Sighing, Harry petted Hedwig before she flew off into the night again.
Harry laid down on his bed. He was just about to sleep when he got another tap at the window. Except this time it wasn't Hedwig. It was a handsome tawny that he had never seen before. The bird wasn't carrying a letter but he was carrying a strange object. A can in a bag. Harry opened the bag and picked up the can. Harry felt himself being pulled out of his room, and By the time he knew it he was standing in Dumbledore’s old office.
"Good Evening, Mr. Potter." Said Professor McGonnagall.
"Why did you bring me hear?" Harry asked to avoid small talk.
"I was planning on bringing you here when you turned seventeen to discuss....things with you...but I found a letter that Dumbledore wrote before he passed." Professor McGonnagall told him.
"But what does that have to do with me?" Harry asked before he could stop himself.
"The letter was meant for you. I would have sent it, but I didn't want to take the chance of it being intercepted. So I decided to bring you here and give it to you in person." She said, handing him the letter. Harry felt slightly sick, but another part of him felt excited.
a letter from Dumbledore! But... said the voice in his head, but he quickly interrupted it.
No, I promised never to be curious about anything ever again.
But what if it's something important? Something to help you defeat Voldermort?
But...
If it's for you then you might as well read it!
Well....
You know you want to. Harry had convinced himself to look at the letter. It had a red seal on it with a picture of a phoenix on it. Harry realized that it must be Dumbledore’s personal seal. Smiling slightly to himself, but careful that Professor McGonnagall didn't see this, he opened the letter.
Dear Harry,
if you are reading this, then I am no longer alive. If you are reading this then something has gone wrong. The final and unknown horcrux is still unknown to me, but I have found a few clues as to its whereabouts. I will be writing another letter that I know you alone will find, and I will tell you what I know about the final horcrux. Have a nice summer and please try to stay out of harms way until your seventeenth birthday, for after that I'm sure that it will be impossible to keep you safe.
Yours truly,
Professor Dumbledore
Harry stared at the letter. He had no idea why this surprised him, he knew Dumbledore would always try his hardest to help him, but he had never thought of it this way.
“He said he’d write another letter” he murmured out loud.
“Yes I suppose he left quite a few for you but it must be up to you to find them” Professor McGonagall replied.
“Professor?” Harry asked “Is the school going to be open this year then?" He said looking at the headmasters room fully now.
"Well, it was a difficult thing to decide......all the teachers wanted to stay of course.....but, yes, Hogwarts will open this year. You'll be getting your letter in about a week from now. I'm not sure how many students will be coming, but the school will be open for any that wish to come." Professor McGonnagall replied. Harry looked back down at the letter.
Harry tried to think of where Dumbledore could have left the letter, but everywhere Harry thought of he realized that someone else could just as easily find it there. Giving up, he looked back up at Professor McGonnagall, who had turned around and seemed to be looking for something. Straitening up, Professor McGonnagall pulled out her wand and put it on the book she had just picked up. Looking at Harry, she handed the book to him. As Harry swilled back into his room, he thought up the perfect place of where Dumbledore would leave him a letter.
"Okay, okay.....calm down.....you just need to sort this out." Harry said out loud. "What to do, what to do...." Jumping over to his desk, Harry grabbed his quill and started writing a sloppy letter to Ron.
Dear Ron,
Sorry this is such short notice, but I really must leave the Dursley's. I have to go to Godrics Hollow. I really don't want you to come with.....I don't know what I’d do if something happened to you or Hermione. Or Ginny for that matter, as I’m sure she wants to come too. Don't worry about me, and I hope you have fun at Bills wedding.
Harry
Opening Hedwig’s cage, Harry carefully tied the letter to her leg and opened the window for her. As Hedwig flew off into the night Harry grabbed his wand and started to concentrate very hard on his destination. Godrics Hollow.
Not all is fittin...so I'll post the rest in a seperate post.
Stepping out of the darkness, Harry shook his head. He still preferred flying on his broomstick to the sensation of apparition.
Looking around, Harry took in his surrounding. He was in a normal street, with normal houses, nothing really unusual about it.....at all. Harry had expected something a little more, something to show how special the place was. There wasn't. But, Harry thought, thinking back, the only completely magical street in Britain is Hogsmeade. Everywhere else, witches and wizards must hide their true selves.
The only lights on came from the street lamps, everyone was asleep. Harry walked down the street with a set face. Nothing was going to stop him from where he was going. A few blocks up the street, the hairs on the back of Harry's neck stood up. Someone was watching him. He glanced around, but saw no one. But lately Harry had learned not to trust his eyes. Whatever was watching him had no wish to show its self, for now.
He kept walking looking for the remains of his once beloved home, his sanctuary. Then, suddenly, he found it. Nothing could have bepaired him for the shock of it all. There were no ruins. No nothing. Just a big, empty lot. There was a big patch of ground where the grass didn't grow. Harry figured that after the killing curse hit it, the grass no longer grew there.
Harry was slightly disappointed, he had hoped to find Dumbledore's other letter there. But there was nowhere to hide it. The lot didn't even contain any trees.
Sighing, Harry turned away from where his house should have been and slowly walked away. A slight breeze blew on his back and Harry turned his head. Seeing nothing, he turned away from the only home he ever had, but would never remember.
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Harry walked down the street, block after block, not really looking where he was going. Looking to the right, he saw a graveyard. Turning to it, he decided to look for the graves of his beloved parents.
He looked and looked, but couldn't seem to find them. Like the houses on the street, all the gravestones where the same shape, size, color. Only the names made the difference between one stone to the next. Then he saw it. He was stunned that he didn't see it earlier; it was such a beautiful white gravestone, unlike the other dark gray stones. It was under a massive oak tree, alone except for the dark gravestone next to it. Harry walked over to the stone, already knowing that it was his mother's. It seemed to glow a little brighter when he touched it. Harry then turned to his father's grave, and saddened a bit when he realized that there was nothing special about his father's grave, it was like all the others.
Sitting under the oak tree, he realized with his parents for the first time. Closing his eyes, he slowly drifted off to dreamland.
He never got there. Just before falling asleep, he sensed someone watching him. There was no breeze, no rustle of branches. Nothing. But he knew there was someone there.Slighly opening his eyes, Harry saw a shadow on the other side of the graveyard. He couldn't tell who it was, or even if it was human. But when Harry blinked, it was gone. He swung his head back and forth, but saw nothing.
Cursing himself for blinking, Harry fell into a light sleep.
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Harry opens his eyes. At first he didn't know where he was, then it all came flooding back to him. He looked at his mother's grave. It seemed to be shining even more brightly then before Harry had blacked-out. Then he heard it, quietly at first, but steadily getting loader. It was a voice, a woman's voice.
"Harry....Harry....come to me...." the voice said. Harry looked around and saw that it was coming from the tomb. His mother's tomb. But this was impossible. A tomb couldn't be speaking to him. Harry walks over to the bright tomb and looked at it for more instructions. And, as if on cue, the tomb continued.
To stop him....you must...destroy it....you must....destroy your..." Harry waited for it to finish, but nothing more came. Harry shouted, "destroy my what?!?!" he tried to look at the tomb, but it was glowing so brightly that he had to squint to see at all.
Then the light turned into darkness, and Harry shoots up from the ground.
Harry looked at the tomb, which was white, with just a slight glow to it. It dawned on him that the whole thing had been a dream.
Harry looked again at the tomb of his mother. He reached out his hand and touched it. Suddenly a huge pain erupted from his scar. With a small cry of pain, Harry lets go of the tomb and jumped back.
Why did that happen...the only time that my scar hurt is when Vorldermort was either close by or he was very happy or angry. Harry thought to himself. Then the words of the tomb, from his dream came back to him. "To stop him you must destroy it..." Harry knew that him meant Voldermort...but what was he to destroy? Then Harry looked back at the tomb.
It can't be! Why would he make my mother's tomb one? It doesn't make any sense... Harry thought quickly. But he had made up his mind, it had to be done.
Harry took out his wand, and looked hopelessly at the tomb.
"I'm sorry mother, but this is how it must end. I have to do this..." and Harry raised his wand and pointed it straight at the center of the tomb.
Remembering the hex he learned to use during the Triwizard Tournament. He had learned a spell to destroy solid objects, the Reductor Curse. Harry gave the tomb one last sorrowful look and said, "Reducto!"
A bright light produced from the tombstone became even brighter...so bright that harry had to turn away. The light got brighter and brighter untill harry couldn't stand it anymore. He dropped to his knees, covered in sweat from the emence heat.
Then suddenly, with a large, crackling, the light disappeared. Harry was was in shock and could seem to move. But he knew he had to. Turning back slowly, he looked at where the tombstone used to be.
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I changed LolipopChica13's last post to match up with the rest...i hope you don't mind!
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Last edited by LikeWhoa_9 on Apr 30th, 2006 at 01:10 AM
Well, we (me and Likewhoa) got permission from Chiquita13Z and Ginny_09, but we haven't gotten an answer from potter luver. i think i'll send her a pm and hopefully she'll answer. i'd also like to know what she thinks of what i added. cause i have a few ideas that might work, but i wouldn't want to write anything without her permission.
haha, i'm in flex right now. i'm surprized the stupid computers don't block this: they do for everything else.
Harry couldn't believe what he saw. Why shouldn't I? He thought to himself. He knew something like this was bound to happen, after reading the letter Dumbledore left him. But here? At his mother's grave? Why? Of course Harry knew the answer to that too. Who else would think to look in such a place? Brilliant, really.
At his feet, where his mother's gravestone was standing just a moment before, was a yellowed, glowing piece of parchment. Harry reached out slowly. He knew from experience that anything could be booby trapped. The simplest things could be a trick from his enemies to do him in. Now your starting to sound like Professor Moody, Harry thought. Reaching out, he grabbed the parchment. Its glow went out immediately. This startled Harry a bit, but nothing else happened, so he looked at the narrow, loopy lettering that was stretched across the page. Harry smiled as he read through Dumbledore's letter, hoping that some clues hidden within will help him find what he was looking for.
Hope everyone liked it! I added a bit more than what i showed PL48, but just to add a bit more to the scenery.
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