(A/N Well, I'm back again, once more filling the world with the trash that
some how seems to find it's way into my mind. Mind? I guess it's there
somewhere. Please be kind to a person who loves to write and review, even
flames. It really makes no difference, because I don't get reviews or
flames. Nobody cares. But, if there is the chance that somebody
does like my story, please review, I want to know if I should continue or
just stop. I seem to be wasting my time writing I think. I've started four
fanfics and only one was reviewed, not because the person wanted to, but as
a favor to me. So for those of you who are still with me, on with the
story!)
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The scene takes place in a destroyed city. In it's past it had been a center of trade and a place always bustling with tourists. It was a picturesque place, a place of romance and happiness. But, that was all in the past, these things being nothing but mere memories. Now, the city lay in ruins, many buildings destroyed, some still standing, but they're only hollow shells of their former glory. Yet, even in an area filled with such destruction people managed to live here. The weather was wretched this time of year. Rain fell down to the earth in torrents. An eerie breeze, cold and sharp as jagged ice blew through the air. Lightning forked across the sky and silhouetted a solitary figure standing in a glassless window of a building. Lightning flashed again and the figure was gone.
The person who had stood in the window was now in the heart of the building. He knew that he shouldn't have been standing at the window, but he just couldn't take his eyes off of the miserable sights that lay beneath him. He went to a corner of the room where a small fire was burning. It gave off little heat, but the comfort and feeling of assurance it provided was priceless. The knelt before it and held out hands covered in tattered gloves. He felt the small amount of warmth from the fire, yet the little bit of heat was just what he needed. Just then a pebble fell just outside of the room and the figure was gone. Another figure, also looking like a man entered the room and went to the fire. An audible sigh was heard and the first figure emerged from the shadows to stand next to the small fire.
"Nobody can hide like you." The second man said in tired sounding voice.
"It's a gift, what can I say?" The first man said.
He sighed and then sat down, while the second man still stood warming himself by the fire. He looked at his companion and sighed. The second man's face was badly scarred and his left eye was white, indicating the blindness he had acquired from a previous injury. So many problems in this world, and every time he thought he had found an answer three more problems would pop up. The first man sighed again.
"Hey, are you worrying again? It'll do you no good, you know that." The second man said grinning at his seated companion.
"Well, it's the only thing that keeps me sane." The seated man retorted smirking.
This time the standing man sighed.
"Oh, now who's worrying?" The seated man said chuckling softly.
"Eh? Oh, yeah, well I can't help it." The standing man said blushing.
The first man laughed a little.
"You know, you're blushing is making your face brighter than your hair." The seated man said, trying to lift the mood.
This only made the other man try and cover his face up. After a few minutes of laughing softly the second man sat down as well. His smile disappeared and his face became graven. His seated companion noted this and his smile disappeared as well.
"Do-do you think that they might still be alive?" The man with the blinded eye asked, looking deeply into the fire.
The tone of his voice was one of apprehension, as if he might not want to know the answer.
"You know they are. I mean, how can they not be? Hermione is a genius and a damn good witch. You know that. She has a good head on her shoulders. And let's not forget Ginny. She's also very good, I'm sure that they're both fine." The first man said patting his friend on the shoulder.
"You're right Harry. You're bloody right! They are good, I mean, how many times did they save our lives? If they can survive us, then I'm sure they can survive anything in this world!" The half blind man said smiling, hope returning to his voice.
"There you go Ron, we're not about to become widowers just yet." Harry said looking at the ring on his dirty hand.
Both men missed their wives and being separated from them was pure torture. Harry took his ring off, noted the white area on his finger where the ring was, and he started to clean it on his clothes. Once he was finished the ring sparkled. Harry placed it back on his finger and stood up stretching his weary limbs. Ron yawned and this caused Harry to yawn as well.
"You bloody bugger! You know I hate it when you make me yawn!" Harry said smiling and tried to hit Ron on the arm.
"Oh, so I suppose it's my fault then? Am I not allowed to yawn now?" Ron asked sarcastically, easily dodging Harry's blow.
Both friends started laughing and stopped when a scream pierced the night's air. It was a woman's scream. It made both men shiver.
"That did not sound good." Harry said.
"Back into action I suppose, shall we go?" Ron said getting up and quickly stretching.
But Harry wasn't there any more. Ron looked around and scowled.
"I hate it when he does that." Ron muttered and darted out of the building.
(scene change)
In the midst of some rubble in the broken city a young girl ran. Tears streamed down her soot-covered face and wild laughter could be heard behind her. Her heart was beating hard against her chest and she didn't know just how long she would be able to run at this pace.
"Hey, I think she's getting tired guys!" Came a deep voice from behind her.
"Looks like we'll get to have our fun!" Another voice, more squeaky piped up, also from behind her.
"Oh no!" She cried softly and ran harder.
The girl made a costly mistake, because she didn't see a loose piece of rubble lying on the ground and tripped over it. A sickening snapping sound was heard and she cried out in more pain. She lay sobbing into her arms, a small trickle of blood ran down her face from a small cut on her forehead. However, her right leg lay at an awkward angle, indicating the break. She couldn't go on now, and those creeps behind her would have their way with her. She cried harder, and heard the footsteps approach from behind her.
"Well, well, well, looks like our prey has hurt herself. Just makes things easier for us." The man with the gruff voice said.
"I've got dibs on her firs.UGH!" The man with squeaky voice said and then fell back.
He didn't get up.
"What the hell?" The man with the deep voice roared.
Some other thugs ran to the fallen man and felt for the lifeline. One of them looked at the man with the gruff voice and shook his head.
"Weasel! NOOO!" The man with the deep voice roared.
Lightning flashed again and struck a nearby fallen lamppost. The area illuminated as a large fire started up. Everybody could now clearly see the small red dot in between the fallen man's eyes. Blood was freely pouring out from it.
"Isn't it a shame when that happens?" came a voice from the shadows.
"Who-who's there! Show yerself punk!" the big man yelled.
A figure in a trench coat stepped out of his hiding place with a gun in his hand. A silencer was attached to the end. A small wisp of smoke rose from the end.
"Oh, a tough guy eh?" The big man said and drew his own gun, as did all of his men.
Horrible smiles flashed in the dim light and Harry could see that he was facing a gang. Normally he didn't like to fight so many people at once, but the crying girl before him told him he couldn't just leave her. Looking at the men before him he noted that each one had a Mohawk that was dyed red. The biggest man, the one Harry assumed to be the leader had a purple Mohawk. Harry prepared a shielding spell in his mind and waited for the gangsters to attack him.
"Get 'im boys!" The leader yelled.
The night air was filled with the sound of gunfire and smoke as guns blazed as they fired. They were all trained on Harry. All the gangsters roared with laughter, thinking their opponent dead. They couldn't have been more wrong. Once the smoke had cleared the all gasped at the site before them. Instead of a bloodied and mutilated body lying in a pool of blood, their opponent still stood there. Even scarier was the fact that he had his hand up and all of the bullets had stopped in mid air before him.
"What in the seven hells?!" The leader gasped.
"Fine, e must be a magic user. He can only last so long boys. He is only one person, and we're twenty strong. Les beat him to a pulp!" The leader yelled and all of the gangsters charged forward knives flashing in their hands. Harry gulped. The gangsters were only a few feet from Harry and things looked grim for the girl's savior. But soon four flew back being engulfed in green flames. They ran screaming in all directions as the flames seared their flesh. Harry smiled. Four more green orbs flew from above him and hit four more gangsters, engulfing them in flames as well.
"What the hell?" The leader asked in pure shock.
Harry didn't miss this and leveled the leader with a kick to the abdomen and then he shot him in the stomach. The leader lurched forward and grabbed his stomach. He made a gurgling sound and then fell silent. Harry turned away from the leader in disgust and saw that the remaining gangsters, those that hadn't yet been engulfed in fire were running for their lives. Finally Ron appeared from his hiding place looked absolutely exhausted. His face was covered in perspiration and he was breathing heavily.
"Took your time you lousy lout." Harry said grinning.
"Wha- of all the nerve!" Ron said sputtering.
"Pretty impressive magic there Ron, those were some big spells." Harry said nodding with approval.
"Yeah, well, they take it out of me. If you'd given me a chance to catch up with you things could've been smoother." Ron scolded Harry.
"But things went perfectly." Harry said acting innocent avoiding eye contact with his angry friend.
"But something could've gone wrong!" Ron said, almost shouting.
"They didn't. You're starting to sound like your wife you know." Harry said chuckling.
Ron fell silent and both men walked to the sniffling girl. Harry bent down and spoke gently to her.
"It's okay now, they're gone. You're safe now. We won't hurt you." Harry said in a soothing voice.
"She's in bad shape Harry. I know our resources are limited, but she sure could use a potion of healing I think." Ron said looking the battered girl up and down.
"Yes, she wouldn't last a minute out there in this condition." Harry said looking and wincing at the way her broken leg lay.
Ron took out a small blue vial and gave it to Harry. The little girl looked at her two rescuers with fear in her eyes, though she'd stopped crying.
"Now, first off, I am Harry Potter and this is Ron Weasley. Who might you be little one?" Harry said introducing himself and Ron.
The girls fear immediately left her eyes and a look of hope was replaced in them.
"My-my name is Lauren. Wow, are you two really the Dark Knights of Justice?" Lauren asked smiling now, despite the obvious pain she was in.
Ron and Harry blushed. Over the past few years they had been fighting Voldemort and his muggle partner tooth and nail. They had quickly become popular among the oppressed and they were thus termed the Dark Knights of Justice. It was a title that all of them cherished because it was given to them by the people they were trying to protect. That was a title that was never mentioned in front of Voldemort. He hated them, for they were the biggest thorn in his side.
"Nice to meet you Lauren. Yup, you can call us that. But, let us first take care of that le of yours. Here, just drink this, it'll make you feel better." Harry said handing her the small blue vial.
Lauren looked at the blue vial suspiciously, but she in the end she drank it and sighed. Her leg straightened and she gasped from both pain and shock, yet after a few seconds her leg was fixed. The cut on her forehead closed and only a small scar was left.
"Wow, that stuff is great. Thanks! You two are truly as great as my mommy says you are! I can't wait to tell her I met you!" Lauren said with excitement and stood up.
She tested her leg and hopped up and down on it, making sure it truly was fixed. Harry and Ron both smiled.
"Well Lauren, it was really nice to have met you, and we're glad that we were able to help you, but you had better be getting home now." Harry said.
"Where do you live Lauren? It's not safe to travel alone, we'll quickly take you to where you have to be." Ron said thinking of the 'sick' they had just vanquished.
Both Harry and Ron escorted Lauren to another building that appeared abandoned. But she insisted that this was where she stayed.
"Bye Harry, bye Ron! Thanks for everything! I'll be sure to tell my mommy and daddy!" Lauren said as she waved to the retreating backs of her new heroes.
(a little later)
"Do you think she knew what those monsters were going to do to her?" Ron asked Harry as they made their way back to their makeshift home.
"I don't know Ron, I can only hope that she didn't." Harry said.
He always felt sad after a rescue. Because he knew for every one person they rescued, another ten thousand would suffer the same fate or worse. And there was nothing they could do about it. Harry sighed and Ron patted him on the shoulder. He knew how Harry felt and he couldn't blame him.
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A/N Well, that's it for my first chapter readers. I hope you enjoyed it. I'll post more when I can. But I would really appreciate it if some people would read and review my story. Nobody ever reviews my stories and I'm losing hope in my writing. So, please I ask humbly that you read and review. Pretty please? Hope you enjoy it!
JP
Harry Potter and co. are trademarks of Warner Bros. and JK Rowling.
~@~
The scene takes place in a destroyed city. In it's past it had been a center of trade and a place always bustling with tourists. It was a picturesque place, a place of romance and happiness. But, that was all in the past, these things being nothing but mere memories. Now, the city lay in ruins, many buildings destroyed, some still standing, but they're only hollow shells of their former glory. Yet, even in an area filled with such destruction people managed to live here. The weather was wretched this time of year. Rain fell down to the earth in torrents. An eerie breeze, cold and sharp as jagged ice blew through the air. Lightning forked across the sky and silhouetted a solitary figure standing in a glassless window of a building. Lightning flashed again and the figure was gone.
The person who had stood in the window was now in the heart of the building. He knew that he shouldn't have been standing at the window, but he just couldn't take his eyes off of the miserable sights that lay beneath him. He went to a corner of the room where a small fire was burning. It gave off little heat, but the comfort and feeling of assurance it provided was priceless. The knelt before it and held out hands covered in tattered gloves. He felt the small amount of warmth from the fire, yet the little bit of heat was just what he needed. Just then a pebble fell just outside of the room and the figure was gone. Another figure, also looking like a man entered the room and went to the fire. An audible sigh was heard and the first figure emerged from the shadows to stand next to the small fire.
"Nobody can hide like you." The second man said in tired sounding voice.
"It's a gift, what can I say?" The first man said.
He sighed and then sat down, while the second man still stood warming himself by the fire. He looked at his companion and sighed. The second man's face was badly scarred and his left eye was white, indicating the blindness he had acquired from a previous injury. So many problems in this world, and every time he thought he had found an answer three more problems would pop up. The first man sighed again.
"Hey, are you worrying again? It'll do you no good, you know that." The second man said grinning at his seated companion.
"Well, it's the only thing that keeps me sane." The seated man retorted smirking.
This time the standing man sighed.
"Oh, now who's worrying?" The seated man said chuckling softly.
"Eh? Oh, yeah, well I can't help it." The standing man said blushing.
The first man laughed a little.
"You know, you're blushing is making your face brighter than your hair." The seated man said, trying to lift the mood.
This only made the other man try and cover his face up. After a few minutes of laughing softly the second man sat down as well. His smile disappeared and his face became graven. His seated companion noted this and his smile disappeared as well.
"Do-do you think that they might still be alive?" The man with the blinded eye asked, looking deeply into the fire.
The tone of his voice was one of apprehension, as if he might not want to know the answer.
"You know they are. I mean, how can they not be? Hermione is a genius and a damn good witch. You know that. She has a good head on her shoulders. And let's not forget Ginny. She's also very good, I'm sure that they're both fine." The first man said patting his friend on the shoulder.
"You're right Harry. You're bloody right! They are good, I mean, how many times did they save our lives? If they can survive us, then I'm sure they can survive anything in this world!" The half blind man said smiling, hope returning to his voice.
"There you go Ron, we're not about to become widowers just yet." Harry said looking at the ring on his dirty hand.
Both men missed their wives and being separated from them was pure torture. Harry took his ring off, noted the white area on his finger where the ring was, and he started to clean it on his clothes. Once he was finished the ring sparkled. Harry placed it back on his finger and stood up stretching his weary limbs. Ron yawned and this caused Harry to yawn as well.
"You bloody bugger! You know I hate it when you make me yawn!" Harry said smiling and tried to hit Ron on the arm.
"Oh, so I suppose it's my fault then? Am I not allowed to yawn now?" Ron asked sarcastically, easily dodging Harry's blow.
Both friends started laughing and stopped when a scream pierced the night's air. It was a woman's scream. It made both men shiver.
"That did not sound good." Harry said.
"Back into action I suppose, shall we go?" Ron said getting up and quickly stretching.
But Harry wasn't there any more. Ron looked around and scowled.
"I hate it when he does that." Ron muttered and darted out of the building.
(scene change)
In the midst of some rubble in the broken city a young girl ran. Tears streamed down her soot-covered face and wild laughter could be heard behind her. Her heart was beating hard against her chest and she didn't know just how long she would be able to run at this pace.
"Hey, I think she's getting tired guys!" Came a deep voice from behind her.
"Looks like we'll get to have our fun!" Another voice, more squeaky piped up, also from behind her.
"Oh no!" She cried softly and ran harder.
The girl made a costly mistake, because she didn't see a loose piece of rubble lying on the ground and tripped over it. A sickening snapping sound was heard and she cried out in more pain. She lay sobbing into her arms, a small trickle of blood ran down her face from a small cut on her forehead. However, her right leg lay at an awkward angle, indicating the break. She couldn't go on now, and those creeps behind her would have their way with her. She cried harder, and heard the footsteps approach from behind her.
"Well, well, well, looks like our prey has hurt herself. Just makes things easier for us." The man with the gruff voice said.
"I've got dibs on her firs.UGH!" The man with squeaky voice said and then fell back.
He didn't get up.
"What the hell?" The man with the deep voice roared.
Some other thugs ran to the fallen man and felt for the lifeline. One of them looked at the man with the gruff voice and shook his head.
"Weasel! NOOO!" The man with the deep voice roared.
Lightning flashed again and struck a nearby fallen lamppost. The area illuminated as a large fire started up. Everybody could now clearly see the small red dot in between the fallen man's eyes. Blood was freely pouring out from it.
"Isn't it a shame when that happens?" came a voice from the shadows.
"Who-who's there! Show yerself punk!" the big man yelled.
A figure in a trench coat stepped out of his hiding place with a gun in his hand. A silencer was attached to the end. A small wisp of smoke rose from the end.
"Oh, a tough guy eh?" The big man said and drew his own gun, as did all of his men.
Horrible smiles flashed in the dim light and Harry could see that he was facing a gang. Normally he didn't like to fight so many people at once, but the crying girl before him told him he couldn't just leave her. Looking at the men before him he noted that each one had a Mohawk that was dyed red. The biggest man, the one Harry assumed to be the leader had a purple Mohawk. Harry prepared a shielding spell in his mind and waited for the gangsters to attack him.
"Get 'im boys!" The leader yelled.
The night air was filled with the sound of gunfire and smoke as guns blazed as they fired. They were all trained on Harry. All the gangsters roared with laughter, thinking their opponent dead. They couldn't have been more wrong. Once the smoke had cleared the all gasped at the site before them. Instead of a bloodied and mutilated body lying in a pool of blood, their opponent still stood there. Even scarier was the fact that he had his hand up and all of the bullets had stopped in mid air before him.
"What in the seven hells?!" The leader gasped.
"Fine, e must be a magic user. He can only last so long boys. He is only one person, and we're twenty strong. Les beat him to a pulp!" The leader yelled and all of the gangsters charged forward knives flashing in their hands. Harry gulped. The gangsters were only a few feet from Harry and things looked grim for the girl's savior. But soon four flew back being engulfed in green flames. They ran screaming in all directions as the flames seared their flesh. Harry smiled. Four more green orbs flew from above him and hit four more gangsters, engulfing them in flames as well.
"What the hell?" The leader asked in pure shock.
Harry didn't miss this and leveled the leader with a kick to the abdomen and then he shot him in the stomach. The leader lurched forward and grabbed his stomach. He made a gurgling sound and then fell silent. Harry turned away from the leader in disgust and saw that the remaining gangsters, those that hadn't yet been engulfed in fire were running for their lives. Finally Ron appeared from his hiding place looked absolutely exhausted. His face was covered in perspiration and he was breathing heavily.
"Took your time you lousy lout." Harry said grinning.
"Wha- of all the nerve!" Ron said sputtering.
"Pretty impressive magic there Ron, those were some big spells." Harry said nodding with approval.
"Yeah, well, they take it out of me. If you'd given me a chance to catch up with you things could've been smoother." Ron scolded Harry.
"But things went perfectly." Harry said acting innocent avoiding eye contact with his angry friend.
"But something could've gone wrong!" Ron said, almost shouting.
"They didn't. You're starting to sound like your wife you know." Harry said chuckling.
Ron fell silent and both men walked to the sniffling girl. Harry bent down and spoke gently to her.
"It's okay now, they're gone. You're safe now. We won't hurt you." Harry said in a soothing voice.
"She's in bad shape Harry. I know our resources are limited, but she sure could use a potion of healing I think." Ron said looking the battered girl up and down.
"Yes, she wouldn't last a minute out there in this condition." Harry said looking and wincing at the way her broken leg lay.
Ron took out a small blue vial and gave it to Harry. The little girl looked at her two rescuers with fear in her eyes, though she'd stopped crying.
"Now, first off, I am Harry Potter and this is Ron Weasley. Who might you be little one?" Harry said introducing himself and Ron.
The girls fear immediately left her eyes and a look of hope was replaced in them.
"My-my name is Lauren. Wow, are you two really the Dark Knights of Justice?" Lauren asked smiling now, despite the obvious pain she was in.
Ron and Harry blushed. Over the past few years they had been fighting Voldemort and his muggle partner tooth and nail. They had quickly become popular among the oppressed and they were thus termed the Dark Knights of Justice. It was a title that all of them cherished because it was given to them by the people they were trying to protect. That was a title that was never mentioned in front of Voldemort. He hated them, for they were the biggest thorn in his side.
"Nice to meet you Lauren. Yup, you can call us that. But, let us first take care of that le of yours. Here, just drink this, it'll make you feel better." Harry said handing her the small blue vial.
Lauren looked at the blue vial suspiciously, but she in the end she drank it and sighed. Her leg straightened and she gasped from both pain and shock, yet after a few seconds her leg was fixed. The cut on her forehead closed and only a small scar was left.
"Wow, that stuff is great. Thanks! You two are truly as great as my mommy says you are! I can't wait to tell her I met you!" Lauren said with excitement and stood up.
She tested her leg and hopped up and down on it, making sure it truly was fixed. Harry and Ron both smiled.
"Well Lauren, it was really nice to have met you, and we're glad that we were able to help you, but you had better be getting home now." Harry said.
"Where do you live Lauren? It's not safe to travel alone, we'll quickly take you to where you have to be." Ron said thinking of the 'sick' they had just vanquished.
Both Harry and Ron escorted Lauren to another building that appeared abandoned. But she insisted that this was where she stayed.
"Bye Harry, bye Ron! Thanks for everything! I'll be sure to tell my mommy and daddy!" Lauren said as she waved to the retreating backs of her new heroes.
(a little later)
"Do you think she knew what those monsters were going to do to her?" Ron asked Harry as they made their way back to their makeshift home.
"I don't know Ron, I can only hope that she didn't." Harry said.
He always felt sad after a rescue. Because he knew for every one person they rescued, another ten thousand would suffer the same fate or worse. And there was nothing they could do about it. Harry sighed and Ron patted him on the shoulder. He knew how Harry felt and he couldn't blame him.
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A/N Well, that's it for my first chapter readers. I hope you enjoyed it. I'll post more when I can. But I would really appreciate it if some people would read and review my story. Nobody ever reviews my stories and I'm losing hope in my writing. So, please I ask humbly that you read and review. Pretty please? Hope you enjoy it!
JP