THE CONFRONTION WITH THE ONE
Title: The Confrontion With The One Summary: who is confronting the One? Please R&R this is my first Fan fiction so tell what you think.
It was a cold night when I first laid eyes on him the one, Harry Potter, he was known for his scar on his head. I'd love him for so long ever since I'd saw him in the paper and witches daily that I had found under my parent's bed. I was hiding in the shadows that night just watching him trying not to give myself away because just one noise would ruin the prefect chance to get to know him. Yet would I even stand a chance to get to know this hunk of a man? He is so famous and every one wants to know him what sort of chance do I stand with all of them even with a girl like Hermione which I know he likes and that is saying something. Now's my chance and maybe the only one I'll ever get but should I waste it on the Harry Potter the man of all dreams or just stay hidden in the shadows were I belong. His eyes were ocean green as they spark in the moonlight (is he the one), the one for me. "BANG" damn how could this happen to me were its coming from, no what is happening my chance "who's there no please no".
I woke up why can't I remember or wait maybe I don't want to remember what happen that night. "Whoa it's bright in here". I was in some sort of room well it looked like a room it was very damp and the air was salty yet I could smell the most wonderful thing but were was it coming from. "Hello" I called but no answer where the hell was I. Soon afterwards I heard noises like birds ripping out flesh of a rotting corpse I soon started to hate myself for calling out hello. But what else could I do. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa what is happening to me aaaaaaaaaaaaaa" "help me someone please help me".
Whoa what a drop I think I fell from the roof. As I slowly look up I could hear the water dropping, dripping and splashing into puddles and there it was some sort of hole. Yes it was a hole and it looked as if it was waiting there for me and it looked as if somebody had all really fallen down here just moments before I did. I looked around and in the glaze of the light I saw a figure moving I ran over to it and it was him the man of light and of our savour, Harry Potter he got up and say "Hi" I replied with a little "hello". He told me that his name was Harry Potter, but I already knew that so did most people. I quickly stood up and said "Hi am" and then it happen that noise again and it was louder and that lovely smell but wasn't so nice anymore.
With every groan it grew closer with every breath it grew louder until Harry ran in front of me and I saw him for who he really is my knight in shinning armour. He told "me to get back" and I couldn't say no. So I got behind him. He was still stunning just like the night before but he looked different his hair was roughed up and his eyes had a bite of fury in them he meant business with one whip of his wand a shot of light shot out with intensity. He was handsome yet so daring at the same time I knew he could do anything if he wanted to. As the light shot across the darkness I heard a loud scream or more of a groan like what ever it was got hit and was instantly dying, well what more could I expect of the one. He turned round slowly and softly and with the gentle flick of this head he asked, "are you ok" I simply replied with "yes".
That was the last I seen of him that night I remember fainting in his arms and wakening up back at the shadows and seeing him so was it real or not. My head was killing me but when I looked behind me I saw it a hole in the wall and then I remember what happen that night.
Title: The Confrontion With The One Summary: who is confronting the One? Please R&R this is my first Fan fiction so tell what you think.
It was a cold night when I first laid eyes on him the one, Harry Potter, he was known for his scar on his head. I'd love him for so long ever since I'd saw him in the paper and witches daily that I had found under my parent's bed. I was hiding in the shadows that night just watching him trying not to give myself away because just one noise would ruin the prefect chance to get to know him. Yet would I even stand a chance to get to know this hunk of a man? He is so famous and every one wants to know him what sort of chance do I stand with all of them even with a girl like Hermione which I know he likes and that is saying something. Now's my chance and maybe the only one I'll ever get but should I waste it on the Harry Potter the man of all dreams or just stay hidden in the shadows were I belong. His eyes were ocean green as they spark in the moonlight (is he the one), the one for me. "BANG" damn how could this happen to me were its coming from, no what is happening my chance "who's there no please no".
I woke up why can't I remember or wait maybe I don't want to remember what happen that night. "Whoa it's bright in here". I was in some sort of room well it looked like a room it was very damp and the air was salty yet I could smell the most wonderful thing but were was it coming from. "Hello" I called but no answer where the hell was I. Soon afterwards I heard noises like birds ripping out flesh of a rotting corpse I soon started to hate myself for calling out hello. But what else could I do. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa what is happening to me aaaaaaaaaaaaaa" "help me someone please help me".
Whoa what a drop I think I fell from the roof. As I slowly look up I could hear the water dropping, dripping and splashing into puddles and there it was some sort of hole. Yes it was a hole and it looked as if it was waiting there for me and it looked as if somebody had all really fallen down here just moments before I did. I looked around and in the glaze of the light I saw a figure moving I ran over to it and it was him the man of light and of our savour, Harry Potter he got up and say "Hi" I replied with a little "hello". He told me that his name was Harry Potter, but I already knew that so did most people. I quickly stood up and said "Hi am" and then it happen that noise again and it was louder and that lovely smell but wasn't so nice anymore.
With every groan it grew closer with every breath it grew louder until Harry ran in front of me and I saw him for who he really is my knight in shinning armour. He told "me to get back" and I couldn't say no. So I got behind him. He was still stunning just like the night before but he looked different his hair was roughed up and his eyes had a bite of fury in them he meant business with one whip of his wand a shot of light shot out with intensity. He was handsome yet so daring at the same time I knew he could do anything if he wanted to. As the light shot across the darkness I heard a loud scream or more of a groan like what ever it was got hit and was instantly dying, well what more could I expect of the one. He turned round slowly and softly and with the gentle flick of this head he asked, "are you ok" I simply replied with "yes".
That was the last I seen of him that night I remember fainting in his arms and wakening up back at the shadows and seeing him so was it real or not. My head was killing me but when I looked behind me I saw it a hole in the wall and then I remember what happen that night.