Harry Potter and the Memory
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Note To Readers.
Before I start this story, let me please remind you that all Names,
Indicia, e.t.c, are copyright (c) Warner Bros and JK Rowling, 2000. The title (which is nothing spectacular.) and the way in which I use them are
up to me, and therefore copyrighted.
Thank you.
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Chapter One: The Stranger
It was far too quiet, even by Hogwarts standards. As Harry awoke, his pale skin sheened with sweat. Evidently, he had returned from visiting his Parents posthumously - the famous Lily and James Potter. Harry gave a short sigh, wishing more than anything - as his gaze lingered on the door - that they might burst into the dormitory and shout 'Surprise, Harry!' He actually waited a few moments, expectant - to no avail. Raising himself to his feet, he made his way over to the thin yet large window through which pale light was drifting, and gazed out of it. It had been a long time since he had truly appreciated the beauty of Hogwarts in the early morning. A smile spread across his face - Hagrid was lumbering across the grounds, straining as he carried what looked like a tree trunk with a large sapphire in the middle. He narrowed his eyes a little, wondering what he could be doing with such a strange and apparently unuseful object. He gave a glance to the other beds, and pushed open the window. The silence seemed to reach a crescendo before: 'HEY, HAGRID!' Upon hearing his name, the recepient of Harry's rather loud message jumped at least half a foot into the air, dustbin-lid hands losing grip on the tree trunk - it crushed Hagrid's feet, and he quickly erupted into a spectacularly original jig, complete with lyrics that Harry could not clearly make out (due to the amazingly strained voice Hagrid was using) but felt sure they were consisted of certain obscene four-letter words. That, however, was nothing compared to the outburst of very 14-year-old screaming and flumfing as Neville, Ron and Seamus managed to tear down their drapes as they were forcefully awoken, and - Dean simply remained snoring. 'For christ's sake, Harry!' Mumbled Ron, bleary. Harry flushed.
* It was now breakfast, and they were once again back in the Great Hall, surrounded by the company of their houses, candles, a bewitched sky, and of course, the teachers. 'Really, Harry.' Hermione gave him a steely gaze and continued to talk as if she was his Mrs Weasley. 'You should control your emotional outbursts. I mean, I know you haven't been slee-' Here, she was cut off, as the Daily Prophet flew across the hall and whapped her squarely in the face. She toppled off the bench. 'Oh dear! Oh me, oh my, I'm so sorry!' squeaked a short haired stranger, quickly rushing over and bending over her. Harry wondered if this was the new Defence against The Dark Arts teacher, and Hermione flushed and began to babble incoherently. 'O-oh, I-it - He-llo..' The stranger helped her to her feet and seated her back down on the bench with a pained smile and a 'There you go.' He smiled to Harry, Ron, and Hermione, and quickly left. Ron made a funny squealing noise. Hermione Glared. Harry could read the headlines on her forehead - the newspaper had left it's mark.
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Note To Readers.
Before I start this story, let me please remind you that all Names,
Indicia, e.t.c, are copyright (c) Warner Bros and JK Rowling, 2000. The title (which is nothing spectacular.) and the way in which I use them are
up to me, and therefore copyrighted.
Thank you.
_________
Chapter One: The Stranger
It was far too quiet, even by Hogwarts standards. As Harry awoke, his pale skin sheened with sweat. Evidently, he had returned from visiting his Parents posthumously - the famous Lily and James Potter. Harry gave a short sigh, wishing more than anything - as his gaze lingered on the door - that they might burst into the dormitory and shout 'Surprise, Harry!' He actually waited a few moments, expectant - to no avail. Raising himself to his feet, he made his way over to the thin yet large window through which pale light was drifting, and gazed out of it. It had been a long time since he had truly appreciated the beauty of Hogwarts in the early morning. A smile spread across his face - Hagrid was lumbering across the grounds, straining as he carried what looked like a tree trunk with a large sapphire in the middle. He narrowed his eyes a little, wondering what he could be doing with such a strange and apparently unuseful object. He gave a glance to the other beds, and pushed open the window. The silence seemed to reach a crescendo before: 'HEY, HAGRID!' Upon hearing his name, the recepient of Harry's rather loud message jumped at least half a foot into the air, dustbin-lid hands losing grip on the tree trunk - it crushed Hagrid's feet, and he quickly erupted into a spectacularly original jig, complete with lyrics that Harry could not clearly make out (due to the amazingly strained voice Hagrid was using) but felt sure they were consisted of certain obscene four-letter words. That, however, was nothing compared to the outburst of very 14-year-old screaming and flumfing as Neville, Ron and Seamus managed to tear down their drapes as they were forcefully awoken, and - Dean simply remained snoring. 'For christ's sake, Harry!' Mumbled Ron, bleary. Harry flushed.
* It was now breakfast, and they were once again back in the Great Hall, surrounded by the company of their houses, candles, a bewitched sky, and of course, the teachers. 'Really, Harry.' Hermione gave him a steely gaze and continued to talk as if she was his Mrs Weasley. 'You should control your emotional outbursts. I mean, I know you haven't been slee-' Here, she was cut off, as the Daily Prophet flew across the hall and whapped her squarely in the face. She toppled off the bench. 'Oh dear! Oh me, oh my, I'm so sorry!' squeaked a short haired stranger, quickly rushing over and bending over her. Harry wondered if this was the new Defence against The Dark Arts teacher, and Hermione flushed and began to babble incoherently. 'O-oh, I-it - He-llo..' The stranger helped her to her feet and seated her back down on the bench with a pained smile and a 'There you go.' He smiled to Harry, Ron, and Hermione, and quickly left. Ron made a funny squealing noise. Hermione Glared. Harry could read the headlines on her forehead - the newspaper had left it's mark.