Disclaimers: Nothing mine except the fanfic plot; don't sue. :) Broke author wannabe craving for attention. ^____^;;;;;
Warnings: None yet, except maybe spoilers from all four books.
Pairings: Um...none, except deep and meaningful platonic relationships? Or some SLASH hints (HP/DM)--for those non-slash (or homophobic) fans, please don't disregard this fic yet just because I mentioned the 'S'-word. They're only hints-- nothing blatant.
A/N: I'm starting another fifth year fic. This one, this plot, the idea, just kinda slapped me upside the head whilst trying to write a crossover fic for Lichan. *sigh* Anyways, please tell me what you think? Reivews and constructive criticisms and comments are always welcome. This is a *rough* draft so please pardon the errors for now.
/...denotes thoughts.../
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Who Wants To Live Forever?
by: Pumpkin Hatching
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Chapter 1 [Teaser]: The Gift.
It was his fifteenth birthday, and as usual, owls have arrived at the stroke of midnight to deliver him his birthday cards and presents. Harry had opened his presents and sent back hasty but heartfelt "thank-you's"; and was just about to close the window after the last owl's departure when a blur of scarlet and gold feathers whirled into the room, only to land with a silent /whoosh/ on his bed.
Harry hurriedly closed the window before turning towards his bed. He blinked, then sat down catiously before the magnificent scarlet bird before him. "Fawkes," he innanely, nodding in greeting.
The phoenix crooned to Harry, hopping onto his lap as he began to nip at his bangs affectionally.
Harry smiled slightly. "Dare I hope to ask that you'd come to greet me a happy birthday?"
Fawkes trilled the affirmative and held out a golden talon; Harry noticed that there was a small package and a roll of parchment attached to it.
The boy's smile widened as he relieved the phoenix of his burden. "Thank you," he said softly, his curiosity and anticipation building. This surely must have come from Dumbledore; he wondered what it could be, since he had already received his school letter along with the yearly book list.
Harry frowned slightly, teeth worrying his lower lip. He probably should dread whatever is written in the piece of paper he was holding, but somehow couldn't muster up enough ominous feelings. The mere weight of Fawkes on his lap seemed to invoke reassuring feelings, almost as effective at calming Harry as hearing the phoenix sing. It was a feeling reminiscent to holding Fawkes the first few minutes he'd sat in Dumbledore's office after the third task, when he'd been asked to relive what happened with Voldemort and Cedric earlier in that evening.
Taking a deep breath, the boy unrolled the parchment. Green eyes swiftly scrolled through the sparse text. In green ink and Dumbledore's handwriting, it read:
//As I have said before, I will say it again. You have shown bravery beyond what was expected of you, and your strength of will and courage either have equalled or surpassed that of any grown wizard who died in the fight against Voldemort at the height of his powers.
For all the things you endured and for what you have survived through, you deserve at least this much:
It is time for you to learn some things, Harry. Experiences with my Pensieve and Tom Riddle's diary should tell you what to expect of this little trinket.
Happy Birthday.
Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore//
Thoughts whirling, Harry sat back, his heart beating a tad faster in his chest. He absently stroked Fawkes' plummage, his gaze fixed on the tiny parcel that came along with the parchment. Deciding to sort out his feelings later, after he'd opened his dubious gift, he reached for the package with hands that trembled slightly.
Layers of wrapping and tissue paper gave way to a small crystal display box containing a stone remarkably similar in shape and appearance to that of the Philosopher's Stone. Harry's eyes narrowed as he studied the lone content of the box, noting that while this stone was a silvery white in colour instead of the other's crimson, that's the only difference between both. Closer inspection told him that the colour of this stone matches that of the contents of Dumbledore's Pensieve in his office, and he had a nagging suspicion that the stone presented a solidified form of the headmaster's thoughts. He found the lid on the box and opened it, hesitating before his fingers touched silvery surface. Should he really...?
Curiosity got the better of him in a few moments, however. And, as he took a deep breath to steel himself for what he's about to learn, he touched the stone.
The familiar lurch of his surroundings, and he no longer in his room in Privet Drive. He blinked-- and suddenly found himself in Dumbledore's office. He looked up and realized that he was seated, and that the headmaster was there--in front of him--sitting at his desk. The old man was looking at something--someone seated beside him.
Harry turned his head to come face-to-profile with a nervous-looking Snape.
The boy's brows furrowed. /What now?/ He shrugged and leaned back against his armchair to watch them interact.
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tbc
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NEXT CHAPTER: Snape's Task. So, when Dumbledore sent him off on that mission after the third task--was he really going back to play spy against Voldemort? I. Don't. Think. So! ^_^ Check back and see what happens! Reviews would be much appreciated.
A/N: I'd post more, but I'm already half-asleep. I only have chapter 2 handwritten--I might fall asleep on my keyboard if I attempt to type it. *yawns*
Thanks for reading!! Have a great day!!!
Warnings: None yet, except maybe spoilers from all four books.
Pairings: Um...none, except deep and meaningful platonic relationships? Or some SLASH hints (HP/DM)--for those non-slash (or homophobic) fans, please don't disregard this fic yet just because I mentioned the 'S'-word. They're only hints-- nothing blatant.
A/N: I'm starting another fifth year fic. This one, this plot, the idea, just kinda slapped me upside the head whilst trying to write a crossover fic for Lichan. *sigh* Anyways, please tell me what you think? Reivews and constructive criticisms and comments are always welcome. This is a *rough* draft so please pardon the errors for now.
/...denotes thoughts.../
//denotes italics//
==========================
Who Wants To Live Forever?
by: Pumpkin Hatching
==========================
Chapter 1 [Teaser]: The Gift.
It was his fifteenth birthday, and as usual, owls have arrived at the stroke of midnight to deliver him his birthday cards and presents. Harry had opened his presents and sent back hasty but heartfelt "thank-you's"; and was just about to close the window after the last owl's departure when a blur of scarlet and gold feathers whirled into the room, only to land with a silent /whoosh/ on his bed.
Harry hurriedly closed the window before turning towards his bed. He blinked, then sat down catiously before the magnificent scarlet bird before him. "Fawkes," he innanely, nodding in greeting.
The phoenix crooned to Harry, hopping onto his lap as he began to nip at his bangs affectionally.
Harry smiled slightly. "Dare I hope to ask that you'd come to greet me a happy birthday?"
Fawkes trilled the affirmative and held out a golden talon; Harry noticed that there was a small package and a roll of parchment attached to it.
The boy's smile widened as he relieved the phoenix of his burden. "Thank you," he said softly, his curiosity and anticipation building. This surely must have come from Dumbledore; he wondered what it could be, since he had already received his school letter along with the yearly book list.
Harry frowned slightly, teeth worrying his lower lip. He probably should dread whatever is written in the piece of paper he was holding, but somehow couldn't muster up enough ominous feelings. The mere weight of Fawkes on his lap seemed to invoke reassuring feelings, almost as effective at calming Harry as hearing the phoenix sing. It was a feeling reminiscent to holding Fawkes the first few minutes he'd sat in Dumbledore's office after the third task, when he'd been asked to relive what happened with Voldemort and Cedric earlier in that evening.
Taking a deep breath, the boy unrolled the parchment. Green eyes swiftly scrolled through the sparse text. In green ink and Dumbledore's handwriting, it read:
//As I have said before, I will say it again. You have shown bravery beyond what was expected of you, and your strength of will and courage either have equalled or surpassed that of any grown wizard who died in the fight against Voldemort at the height of his powers.
For all the things you endured and for what you have survived through, you deserve at least this much:
It is time for you to learn some things, Harry. Experiences with my Pensieve and Tom Riddle's diary should tell you what to expect of this little trinket.
Happy Birthday.
Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore//
Thoughts whirling, Harry sat back, his heart beating a tad faster in his chest. He absently stroked Fawkes' plummage, his gaze fixed on the tiny parcel that came along with the parchment. Deciding to sort out his feelings later, after he'd opened his dubious gift, he reached for the package with hands that trembled slightly.
Layers of wrapping and tissue paper gave way to a small crystal display box containing a stone remarkably similar in shape and appearance to that of the Philosopher's Stone. Harry's eyes narrowed as he studied the lone content of the box, noting that while this stone was a silvery white in colour instead of the other's crimson, that's the only difference between both. Closer inspection told him that the colour of this stone matches that of the contents of Dumbledore's Pensieve in his office, and he had a nagging suspicion that the stone presented a solidified form of the headmaster's thoughts. He found the lid on the box and opened it, hesitating before his fingers touched silvery surface. Should he really...?
Curiosity got the better of him in a few moments, however. And, as he took a deep breath to steel himself for what he's about to learn, he touched the stone.
The familiar lurch of his surroundings, and he no longer in his room in Privet Drive. He blinked-- and suddenly found himself in Dumbledore's office. He looked up and realized that he was seated, and that the headmaster was there--in front of him--sitting at his desk. The old man was looking at something--someone seated beside him.
Harry turned his head to come face-to-profile with a nervous-looking Snape.
The boy's brows furrowed. /What now?/ He shrugged and leaned back against his armchair to watch them interact.
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tbc
===
NEXT CHAPTER: Snape's Task. So, when Dumbledore sent him off on that mission after the third task--was he really going back to play spy against Voldemort? I. Don't. Think. So! ^_^ Check back and see what happens! Reviews would be much appreciated.
A/N: I'd post more, but I'm already half-asleep. I only have chapter 2 handwritten--I might fall asleep on my keyboard if I attempt to type it. *yawns*
Thanks for reading!! Have a great day!!!