A/N: I'm sorry to all my loyal fans *eerie silence ensues*… but I will no longer be able to write on the stories I've written before… With that, I begin a new fic, which I will keep up with… (if I have time) Ahem… Now I would like to say, that if I'd written Harry Potter books in the first place, would I be typing this on the internet? No… I'd be publishing it. So needless to say, I do not own Harry Potter, or any other recognized character in the books. HARRY POTTER AND RELATED INDICIA ARE PROPERTY OF WARNER BROS., J.K. ROWLING, AND VARIOUS PUBLISHERS INCLUDING SCHOLASTIC, BLOOMBERG, DOUBLEDAY, AND VARIOUS OTHER INTERNATIONAL PUBLISHING COMPANIES. Thank you and enjoy.
Chapter One: REMEMBRANCE
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He sat at his desk and looked about his bedroom/office. He'd been living there for nine years and considered it to be as close to home as he could be, what with all that had transpired during his life. He still woke up in cold sweats from nightmares he couldn't remember, but knew very well the contents of. Nine years before, on the anniversary of his parents' death…
"Oi! Harry! It's starting! Come on! We've gotta go!" he heard a frantic male voice outside his room and slipped on his sleeves and followed him. (A/N: Sleeves are actual sleeves that tie over the chest, usually worn under a short sleeved kimono. But for imagination's sake, He decided not to wear it…*evil laugh as girls giggle*)
"What now Ron?" he asked, running effortlessly down a long corridor, his mind racing with the impending results of what he knew would be the last battle. The Big Fight. To the death. If he died… He didn't want to think about it. Suddenly, a figure leapt beside him, a domino mask (think Zorro people) covering their eyes. He smiled slightly. The figure was none other than Hermione Granger. A very different Hermione Granger then what everyone remembered. Her hair was short, and straight, and she could kill you with a glance, she was so powerful.
"Well, Voldy's knocking to be let in, and we're surrounded…"Ron remarked dryly as he ran, barely touching the ground he was going so fast. He too, was different from the old Ron. His hair was long, and tied in a Japanese style atop his head (he looks quite nice, actually…). He wore a sleeveless shirt which covered nearly all of a jagged scar running from left shoulder to right hip. Hermione's mask partially covered a scar under her left eye. Harry himself was hiding scars… two jagged paths down his arms, and curling his palms.
"What say we give them a proper welcome?" another figure asked, running beside them.
"Four against four hundred? Sounds fair," Hermione said, a smirk twisting her mouth.
"Let's go open the doors guys," Harry said, slowing down considerably, the other three following suit. They looked at each other, nodded, and looked down at the implements they were wearing. Hermione burst into quiet laughter.
"We look so damn comical right now! If a Muggle saw us, he'd die of laughter!"
"Come to think of it, you're right. We look so silly. After this is over, we never dress like this again. Agreed?" Ron asked, holding out a hand. Three others landed on top.
"Deal." They breathed deeply, and slowly advanced on the door and blew it open.
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Hi I know you hate me, but I needed to end it there. First person to guess who the fourth person is, gets to ask me anything about the story they want. It will be answered personally, so leave email. My email is bitesthedust58@yahoo.com. Feel free to contact me if you wish… Sooooo… Love from Bites The Dust!
Chapter One: REMEMBRANCE
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He sat at his desk and looked about his bedroom/office. He'd been living there for nine years and considered it to be as close to home as he could be, what with all that had transpired during his life. He still woke up in cold sweats from nightmares he couldn't remember, but knew very well the contents of. Nine years before, on the anniversary of his parents' death…
"Oi! Harry! It's starting! Come on! We've gotta go!" he heard a frantic male voice outside his room and slipped on his sleeves and followed him. (A/N: Sleeves are actual sleeves that tie over the chest, usually worn under a short sleeved kimono. But for imagination's sake, He decided not to wear it…*evil laugh as girls giggle*)
"What now Ron?" he asked, running effortlessly down a long corridor, his mind racing with the impending results of what he knew would be the last battle. The Big Fight. To the death. If he died… He didn't want to think about it. Suddenly, a figure leapt beside him, a domino mask (think Zorro people) covering their eyes. He smiled slightly. The figure was none other than Hermione Granger. A very different Hermione Granger then what everyone remembered. Her hair was short, and straight, and she could kill you with a glance, she was so powerful.
"Well, Voldy's knocking to be let in, and we're surrounded…"Ron remarked dryly as he ran, barely touching the ground he was going so fast. He too, was different from the old Ron. His hair was long, and tied in a Japanese style atop his head (he looks quite nice, actually…). He wore a sleeveless shirt which covered nearly all of a jagged scar running from left shoulder to right hip. Hermione's mask partially covered a scar under her left eye. Harry himself was hiding scars… two jagged paths down his arms, and curling his palms.
"What say we give them a proper welcome?" another figure asked, running beside them.
"Four against four hundred? Sounds fair," Hermione said, a smirk twisting her mouth.
"Let's go open the doors guys," Harry said, slowing down considerably, the other three following suit. They looked at each other, nodded, and looked down at the implements they were wearing. Hermione burst into quiet laughter.
"We look so damn comical right now! If a Muggle saw us, he'd die of laughter!"
"Come to think of it, you're right. We look so silly. After this is over, we never dress like this again. Agreed?" Ron asked, holding out a hand. Three others landed on top.
"Deal." They breathed deeply, and slowly advanced on the door and blew it open.
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Hi I know you hate me, but I needed to end it there. First person to guess who the fourth person is, gets to ask me anything about the story they want. It will be answered personally, so leave email. My email is bitesthedust58@yahoo.com. Feel free to contact me if you wish… Sooooo… Love from Bites The Dust!