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Summary- Weird idea I had, decided to write about it. SOMEONE dies in the fifth book and I didn't like that so I decided to change it. Set in the fifth book, during the first quiditch match of the season. This takes place a little bit after Harry and Malfoy have started fighting.
Chapter One-
Harry was not aware of releasing George, all he knew was that a second later both of them were sprinting at Malfoy. He had completely forgotten that all the teachers were watching: All he wanted to do was cause Malfoy as much pain as possible. With no time to draw out his wand, he merely drew back the fist clutching the Snitch and sank it as hard as he could into Malfoy's stomach -
"Harry! HARRY! GEORGE! NO!"
He could hear girl's voices screaming, Malfoy yelling, George swearing, a whistle blowing, and the bellowing of the crowd around him, but he did not care, not until somebody in the yelled "IMPEDIMENTA" and only when he was knocked over backward by the force of the spell did he abandon the attempt to punch every inch of Malfoy he could reach..
But it wasn't because of the spell. He took off his glasses and frantically rubbed them against his shirt, trying to clean them properly. He couldn't have seen what he just saw. Could he have?
Putting his glasses on and taking a deep breath, he chanced a glance up. The entire stadium had gone quiet as if what they saw might disappear if anyone spoke. Breath caught in his throat he gazed at the faces of the two people he had least expected to see. " I'm hallucinating" he muttered and was about to walk to the hospital wing when George said " If your hallucinating them were both insane, mate because I see them too." His parents, for that's who they were, began to walk slowly towards Harry as if afraid that they he might disappear. His mother was a beautiful redhead no older then 22. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders illuminating her emerald green eyes that shown with tears at the sight of her 15-year-old son. Her slender body moved gracefully as she took slow halting steps toward her son before breaking into a run.
His father's messy hair that stood up in the back looked even more out of control then Harry's if that was possible. And his welt built, muscular body looked as though he had played Quidditch all of his life. He had the aura of a man that you didn't want to be on the wrong side of when he was mad. But right now his eyes shined slightly as he watched his wife hug their son. He walked over to join them and encircled both of them in his muscular arms. He too was not a day over 22.
As the family embraced the crowd began to cheer as if they too had finally gotten the parents they only dreamed about.
Reviews would be very cool especially since this is my first try. I know this chapter is short but I have to go since damn school starts up tomorrow and I still have homework to finish. Thanks in advance for anyone who reviews. Also in your review tell me if you want this story to continue or not. THANKS!!!!
Summary- Weird idea I had, decided to write about it. SOMEONE dies in the fifth book and I didn't like that so I decided to change it. Set in the fifth book, during the first quiditch match of the season. This takes place a little bit after Harry and Malfoy have started fighting.
Chapter One-
Harry was not aware of releasing George, all he knew was that a second later both of them were sprinting at Malfoy. He had completely forgotten that all the teachers were watching: All he wanted to do was cause Malfoy as much pain as possible. With no time to draw out his wand, he merely drew back the fist clutching the Snitch and sank it as hard as he could into Malfoy's stomach -
"Harry! HARRY! GEORGE! NO!"
He could hear girl's voices screaming, Malfoy yelling, George swearing, a whistle blowing, and the bellowing of the crowd around him, but he did not care, not until somebody in the yelled "IMPEDIMENTA" and only when he was knocked over backward by the force of the spell did he abandon the attempt to punch every inch of Malfoy he could reach..
But it wasn't because of the spell. He took off his glasses and frantically rubbed them against his shirt, trying to clean them properly. He couldn't have seen what he just saw. Could he have?
Putting his glasses on and taking a deep breath, he chanced a glance up. The entire stadium had gone quiet as if what they saw might disappear if anyone spoke. Breath caught in his throat he gazed at the faces of the two people he had least expected to see. " I'm hallucinating" he muttered and was about to walk to the hospital wing when George said " If your hallucinating them were both insane, mate because I see them too." His parents, for that's who they were, began to walk slowly towards Harry as if afraid that they he might disappear. His mother was a beautiful redhead no older then 22. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders illuminating her emerald green eyes that shown with tears at the sight of her 15-year-old son. Her slender body moved gracefully as she took slow halting steps toward her son before breaking into a run.
His father's messy hair that stood up in the back looked even more out of control then Harry's if that was possible. And his welt built, muscular body looked as though he had played Quidditch all of his life. He had the aura of a man that you didn't want to be on the wrong side of when he was mad. But right now his eyes shined slightly as he watched his wife hug their son. He walked over to join them and encircled both of them in his muscular arms. He too was not a day over 22.
As the family embraced the crowd began to cheer as if they too had finally gotten the parents they only dreamed about.
Reviews would be very cool especially since this is my first try. I know this chapter is short but I have to go since damn school starts up tomorrow and I still have homework to finish. Thanks in advance for anyone who reviews. Also in your review tell me if you want this story to continue or not. THANKS!!!!