A/N: I know I haven't posted in a while. Ok in a long time. But lets say problems like to find me and pester me. For example, school, homework, activities, and hardly any computer time, you get the idea, right. This story would not have been here for a while if it weren't for me, who decided to write this story in class(s). This story contains many errors, but I don't have time to fix them. Major cliffhanger or not!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything in the Harry Potter books. I don't know what I own since I wrote this before I wrote the story.
Life Full of Mistakes
By: Minzzer
Takes place after Hogwarts. You will find out how many years later on.
Walking down the street, Harry wondered what happen all these years. Everything was perfect, why, why did the black, dark void have to land on us, Ron, Hermione, and me. While Harry was walking around sulking, the mass crowd of people were thinking way deep inside their head. Doesn't he look familiar, but I can't think of who he is. The mass crowd just couldn't place who he was not even one of them could. Harry's appearance had changed drastically, since after all the misery had landed over the threesome. His face now pale and his hair still flying in all directions were longer and covered his lightning bolt scar. His face had a sad kind of look and his eyes had no hope in them.
He long disappeared from the publics' eye so if anyone noticed him no one would believe their eyes. He was no longer the boy who lived, Quidditch star, and defender of the Wizarding World in his eyes. All he was in his eyes was a failure, a person who missed his stop of his future, and a person who has no life left in him.
As he walked, Harry saw the new shops and some of the old. Oh how he missed his younger years as he watched the children run in and out of the shops. The children all happy and glad, it all reminded him of his past and how much fun he had. Yes, the fun he had, but couldn't hold onto. The fun he could no longer share with his friends, the fun that had no longer existed, the fun, in a way, had burned out. His memories kept coming back to haunt him. They allowed him not to be able to start a new life. They left him where he could not go to the future or the past, a place where no life existed. There was only him, only him, only him. Those thoughts kept on going through his head. He just could not stop thinking of those thoughts. The memories were filled with fights, cries, screams, and those looks that killed your inner soul.
Harry wanted desperately to get on with his life, but he even more wanted the mistakes that happen in the past to be fixed. Way back in his mind and deep down in his soul he knew his mistakes could never be fixed. All in all he was walking down the street thinking about how a sorry life he had and how lucky everyone around them had.
Of course, there was one person in his life that had always been on his side ever since Ron and Hermione had stop being in touched. That lovely person was Laurie. (A/N: My name is not Laurie, so I am not adding myself to this story.)Laurie was Harry's girlfriend.
Deep down Laurie knew Harry was not always sad and that he was handsome, since she saw old pictures of him. She truly loved Harry, but he was practically always sad. He never talked about what or why he was sad. He just was sad. Harry loved Laurie, but he had the love of his life in his arms and then she disappeared. The love of his life was Hermione.
Laurie was looking at some old picture books, when a piece of paper fell out. Opening the parchment, she found out it was a letter to someone named Hermione. The letter stated only that Harry wanted to know what she was doing with her life. Something sparked curiosity in Laurie's mind, why had it never been sent. At that moment, Laurie set her mind to ask Harry once and for all what was going on in his life. Getting tired of looking at the picture books, Laurie got up to put them back when a pile of letters came out. The letters were addressed to two people, a person named Ron and a person named Hermione.
While he was walking gloomily around, Ron was reading the paper, which had become a daily task. In one of the sections he saw a photo of a person who looked quite familiar. The text under the photo said that if anyone knew who this was to owl the Daily Prophet because the man was seen walking by the Ministry building showing no interest but was staring at the building.
"Showing no interest, but staring at the building, ha, yeah right." Ron said to his girl friend, Lavender Brown.
"Ron, what are you talking about?" Lavender asked.
"Lavender, look at this picture and then look at the text under it." Ron said.
Lavender walked away from the stove and to the paper to see what Ron was talking about. When she got there she could not tell who the man was but he did look familiar. She also found the text under the picture quite funny too.
"Ron doesn't the man look familiar to you or is it just me?" Lavender asked.
"Normally I would say it is just you, but the man does look familiar." Ron said.
"Ron do you have any idea why they posted this article?" Lavender asked.
"No, but I'll ask today at work." Ron said.
"I have to go to work Lav, I'll be back this afternoon."
"Ok Ron, I'll be off to work soon and I'll see you this afternoon too. Love you. Bye." Lavender said.
"Love you too. Bye" Ron said as they kissed.
He decided to walk to work today since he had time and his area at the Ministry was quite boring, but it did have juicy information that most of the public did not know about. Well, since Ron worked at the Ministry he knew that some of the workers there were paranoid and thought that they were being followed. So may be one of the workers saw the familiar man and thought the man was plotting to kill. But, back in his mind, Ron was trying to figure out who the man was. Then an idea hit him. The man could be one of his old time friends from Hogwarts that he no longer heard from, the friends that just fell off the earth after the disaster. The disaster the thought still haunted him. The thought was filled with memories no one should be allowed to remember.
He wished so badly that someday he would hear from his old time friends, friends from the past. He only saw few, if any of them, allowing him to miss the old days. The old days that were filled with laughter, smiles, and friendship that could not be broken. A friendship that could not be broken ended up being broke.
Seeing all the couples walking hand in hand reminded him of his love life. His love life, a life where you like this girl, but memories of your love of your life break up the relationship, was full of heartache. Girl after girl, he finally found his love of his life, again, Lavender. He found her but it wasn't like it was years ago. The jokes and laughter were gone and so were the double dates with Harry and Hermione. Since his thoughts were on Lavender, he thought if he should pop the question. Finally he came to a conclusion to do it this afternoon, since he already had the ring. Now all he needed was the courage. Oh, he had plenty of courage, but it was just hiding.
Ron thought, just when I need you Harry, you are nowhere to be found. Just when I need you Hermione, you are nowhere to be found. Just when I need happy memories all I get are sad ones. That was just what he needed; he needed to find his friends. But, that was just the problem. He could not reach any of his friends not even one. He wrote letters to them, but they always returned back to him. Actually Pig, his very old owl, could not reach them. But that was plain weird. Everyone knows that owls can find anyone they set out to find. So, why could Pig not find Harry or Hermione? All of the sudden in his mind something flickered -unless they were dead! But way back in his mind he knew it was not possible for them to be dead. Or could it?
Disclaimer: I do not own anything in the Harry Potter books. I don't know what I own since I wrote this before I wrote the story.
Life Full of Mistakes
By: Minzzer
Takes place after Hogwarts. You will find out how many years later on.
Walking down the street, Harry wondered what happen all these years. Everything was perfect, why, why did the black, dark void have to land on us, Ron, Hermione, and me. While Harry was walking around sulking, the mass crowd of people were thinking way deep inside their head. Doesn't he look familiar, but I can't think of who he is. The mass crowd just couldn't place who he was not even one of them could. Harry's appearance had changed drastically, since after all the misery had landed over the threesome. His face now pale and his hair still flying in all directions were longer and covered his lightning bolt scar. His face had a sad kind of look and his eyes had no hope in them.
He long disappeared from the publics' eye so if anyone noticed him no one would believe their eyes. He was no longer the boy who lived, Quidditch star, and defender of the Wizarding World in his eyes. All he was in his eyes was a failure, a person who missed his stop of his future, and a person who has no life left in him.
As he walked, Harry saw the new shops and some of the old. Oh how he missed his younger years as he watched the children run in and out of the shops. The children all happy and glad, it all reminded him of his past and how much fun he had. Yes, the fun he had, but couldn't hold onto. The fun he could no longer share with his friends, the fun that had no longer existed, the fun, in a way, had burned out. His memories kept coming back to haunt him. They allowed him not to be able to start a new life. They left him where he could not go to the future or the past, a place where no life existed. There was only him, only him, only him. Those thoughts kept on going through his head. He just could not stop thinking of those thoughts. The memories were filled with fights, cries, screams, and those looks that killed your inner soul.
Harry wanted desperately to get on with his life, but he even more wanted the mistakes that happen in the past to be fixed. Way back in his mind and deep down in his soul he knew his mistakes could never be fixed. All in all he was walking down the street thinking about how a sorry life he had and how lucky everyone around them had.
Of course, there was one person in his life that had always been on his side ever since Ron and Hermione had stop being in touched. That lovely person was Laurie. (A/N: My name is not Laurie, so I am not adding myself to this story.)Laurie was Harry's girlfriend.
Deep down Laurie knew Harry was not always sad and that he was handsome, since she saw old pictures of him. She truly loved Harry, but he was practically always sad. He never talked about what or why he was sad. He just was sad. Harry loved Laurie, but he had the love of his life in his arms and then she disappeared. The love of his life was Hermione.
Laurie was looking at some old picture books, when a piece of paper fell out. Opening the parchment, she found out it was a letter to someone named Hermione. The letter stated only that Harry wanted to know what she was doing with her life. Something sparked curiosity in Laurie's mind, why had it never been sent. At that moment, Laurie set her mind to ask Harry once and for all what was going on in his life. Getting tired of looking at the picture books, Laurie got up to put them back when a pile of letters came out. The letters were addressed to two people, a person named Ron and a person named Hermione.
While he was walking gloomily around, Ron was reading the paper, which had become a daily task. In one of the sections he saw a photo of a person who looked quite familiar. The text under the photo said that if anyone knew who this was to owl the Daily Prophet because the man was seen walking by the Ministry building showing no interest but was staring at the building.
"Showing no interest, but staring at the building, ha, yeah right." Ron said to his girl friend, Lavender Brown.
"Ron, what are you talking about?" Lavender asked.
"Lavender, look at this picture and then look at the text under it." Ron said.
Lavender walked away from the stove and to the paper to see what Ron was talking about. When she got there she could not tell who the man was but he did look familiar. She also found the text under the picture quite funny too.
"Ron doesn't the man look familiar to you or is it just me?" Lavender asked.
"Normally I would say it is just you, but the man does look familiar." Ron said.
"Ron do you have any idea why they posted this article?" Lavender asked.
"No, but I'll ask today at work." Ron said.
"I have to go to work Lav, I'll be back this afternoon."
"Ok Ron, I'll be off to work soon and I'll see you this afternoon too. Love you. Bye." Lavender said.
"Love you too. Bye" Ron said as they kissed.
He decided to walk to work today since he had time and his area at the Ministry was quite boring, but it did have juicy information that most of the public did not know about. Well, since Ron worked at the Ministry he knew that some of the workers there were paranoid and thought that they were being followed. So may be one of the workers saw the familiar man and thought the man was plotting to kill. But, back in his mind, Ron was trying to figure out who the man was. Then an idea hit him. The man could be one of his old time friends from Hogwarts that he no longer heard from, the friends that just fell off the earth after the disaster. The disaster the thought still haunted him. The thought was filled with memories no one should be allowed to remember.
He wished so badly that someday he would hear from his old time friends, friends from the past. He only saw few, if any of them, allowing him to miss the old days. The old days that were filled with laughter, smiles, and friendship that could not be broken. A friendship that could not be broken ended up being broke.
Seeing all the couples walking hand in hand reminded him of his love life. His love life, a life where you like this girl, but memories of your love of your life break up the relationship, was full of heartache. Girl after girl, he finally found his love of his life, again, Lavender. He found her but it wasn't like it was years ago. The jokes and laughter were gone and so were the double dates with Harry and Hermione. Since his thoughts were on Lavender, he thought if he should pop the question. Finally he came to a conclusion to do it this afternoon, since he already had the ring. Now all he needed was the courage. Oh, he had plenty of courage, but it was just hiding.
Ron thought, just when I need you Harry, you are nowhere to be found. Just when I need you Hermione, you are nowhere to be found. Just when I need happy memories all I get are sad ones. That was just what he needed; he needed to find his friends. But, that was just the problem. He could not reach any of his friends not even one. He wrote letters to them, but they always returned back to him. Actually Pig, his very old owl, could not reach them. But that was plain weird. Everyone knows that owls can find anyone they set out to find. So, why could Pig not find Harry or Hermione? All of the sudden in his mind something flickered -unless they were dead! But way back in his mind he knew it was not possible for them to be dead. Or could it?