Disclaimer: In no way shape or form do I own Harry Potter or related
characters. Harry Potter and Co. belong solely to J.K. Rowling. She is my
idol and I would never do anything to remove profits from someone richer
than the Queen herself. ^_^
A/N: This is my first HP fan fic, I tried to do a Trigun one but no one was interested enough for me to continue it. I've been writing this out on notebook paper for the last month and I hope you all enjoy it as much as my friends do. Please keep in mind that this is only a teaser for the Fic, and there is much more to come.
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His eyes open wide and he gasped for breath. It felt as though he hadn't breathed in years.
His dull, almost lifeless eyes scanned the room. Memories, emotions, and pain rushed back to his mind. As he regained his bearings the sparkle of life returned to his eyes. He ran a hand through his hair that was damp with sweat.
"Wha. . . what happened?" He asked the empty room. His voice echoed slightly.
Behind him was an archway, draped over with a thick black cloth that fluttered as if there was a breeze, but the air was still, deathly still. He could hear voices, mumbles and jumbled bits of words, but nothing that sounded like conscious thought or speech. After a moment he realized where he was, the Room of Death, in the Department of Mysteries.
This time he looked around him with a purpose, where was Harry, and the others for that matter, Ron, Hermoine, Ginny, and the other two children he didn't recognize? All he could remember was Bellatrix, and her stunner. And then there was that intolerable cold and darkness. But now he was here. But how?
"C'mon, Padfoot, think." His brow furrowed as he reached for his wand. He pulled it out and something clattered to the floor with a metallic 'clank'. Startled, he looked down to see the mirror that he had given Harry the partner off. "Of course!" He practically jumped for joy. He warmed the cold steel in his hands and peered into it. Nothing but darkness looked back, along with a shadowy outline of his reflection. He sighed and dropped it back into his pocket.
Wand in hand, he headed for the nearest exit.
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A/N: Okay, I hope this catches your attention. I know it would mine. I'm still stuck on a title. . . But this is supposed to be like a follow up to the most recent installment of the Harry Potter series. So. . .I'll have the next chapter up as soon as I can get it typed out. I have it on paper, but not on disk. Well, do enjoy and I hope it fares better than my Trigun Fic.
A/N: This is my first HP fan fic, I tried to do a Trigun one but no one was interested enough for me to continue it. I've been writing this out on notebook paper for the last month and I hope you all enjoy it as much as my friends do. Please keep in mind that this is only a teaser for the Fic, and there is much more to come.
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His eyes open wide and he gasped for breath. It felt as though he hadn't breathed in years.
His dull, almost lifeless eyes scanned the room. Memories, emotions, and pain rushed back to his mind. As he regained his bearings the sparkle of life returned to his eyes. He ran a hand through his hair that was damp with sweat.
"Wha. . . what happened?" He asked the empty room. His voice echoed slightly.
Behind him was an archway, draped over with a thick black cloth that fluttered as if there was a breeze, but the air was still, deathly still. He could hear voices, mumbles and jumbled bits of words, but nothing that sounded like conscious thought or speech. After a moment he realized where he was, the Room of Death, in the Department of Mysteries.
This time he looked around him with a purpose, where was Harry, and the others for that matter, Ron, Hermoine, Ginny, and the other two children he didn't recognize? All he could remember was Bellatrix, and her stunner. And then there was that intolerable cold and darkness. But now he was here. But how?
"C'mon, Padfoot, think." His brow furrowed as he reached for his wand. He pulled it out and something clattered to the floor with a metallic 'clank'. Startled, he looked down to see the mirror that he had given Harry the partner off. "Of course!" He practically jumped for joy. He warmed the cold steel in his hands and peered into it. Nothing but darkness looked back, along with a shadowy outline of his reflection. He sighed and dropped it back into his pocket.
Wand in hand, he headed for the nearest exit.
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A/N: Okay, I hope this catches your attention. I know it would mine. I'm still stuck on a title. . . But this is supposed to be like a follow up to the most recent installment of the Harry Potter series. So. . .I'll have the next chapter up as soon as I can get it typed out. I have it on paper, but not on disk. Well, do enjoy and I hope it fares better than my Trigun Fic.