Disclaimer: Neither Bruuz nor I, Yonda own the Harry Potter verse. All of it belongs to J.K. Rowling. The plot and general storyline of this story however, is ours and ours alone along with any OC's we might introduce during the progression of the storyline.
A/N: This Fanfiction is a collaborated work between me and Bruuz. This story, in its entirety, is an effort that was shared between the two of us. Having read each other's stories and having known each other in real life for about six years now we decided that it would be a refreshing challenging to try and work together in a combined effort to create a story that is unique to the world of Harry Potter Fanfiction.
With this Fic being a collaborated effort we want to press this issue quite literally; every single plot-twist, every single thing that happens, every single letter written is a combined effort of both myself and Bruuz. Therefore the credit will go to both of us.
Next, this will be a two-part story. The first part of the story, or as I like to call it, part one, will be posted on my account. The second part, or part two, will be posted on Bruuz his account.
The reason we chose to write a Harry Potter fanfic is because the two of us were frustrated that most Harry Potter Fic's followed the same or a similar plotline. An example of this is that in most Fanfics, Harry get's more independent and shuns Dumbledore, Ron, Hermione etc. Then, he fights the war on his own and wins with the help of some jogging and weight-lifting. We think it's ridiculous. We want to present to you, the community of , a story that we believe to be unique and worthwhile to read to the end.
With that said, enjoy reading!
In Between Good and Evil
Nothing is ever easy
A Harry Potter Fanfic
By Bruuz & Yonda
Prologue
Many stories start with a lonely boy waking up inside a broom cupboard beneath the stairs. Some stories start with a novice, teenage wizard being neglected by his friends during the school holidays. Other stories start with a young teenage boy gaining unexpected powers that allow him to rise above all others.
This story however…
This story follows the journey of young Harry Potter who struggles to choose between the side of good and evil. This story follows the journey of young Harry Potter who decides to do what is right, instead of what is easy.
This story follows the journey of young Harry Potter who decides to take up arms not for his friends, not for the Wizarding world, but for himself.
He will soon find out however, that nothing is ever easy.
His gaze swept over the enormous crowd, gathered in front of a steaming, scarlet train. Harry was awed by the mere size of platform nine and three-quarters. Parents were standing everywhere, hugging and kissing their children goodbye as they stepped on the train. Behind the large windows of the train many more children sat and waved to the crowd of parents and family members.
Harry took a deep breath and started walking towards the train. He'd never thought that something like this would ever happen to him. It was all still so weird. Magic? It had seemed so unlikely. But it wasn't. Not anymore. When he'd slowly walked through the iron-wrought gates separating platform nine and ten on King's Cross Station, the doubts that had still lingered in his head had vanished. He'd felt so stupid, walking to the gates as he pushed his heavy trolley forward. He'd been a little afraid that it wouldn't work. That he'd be unable to get through and was forced to go home again, back to his cousin. But his fear proved to be unnecessary because he'd walked through the gate as if it were nothing but thin air.
Harry snickered at the thought of his cousin, Dudley with a pig-tail protruding from his pants. He'd been terrified when the big man who'd introduced himself as Hagrid had walked in and told him he was a wizard. But he had still laughed at Dudley when the giant of a man gave him a pig-tail. It had felt good to laugh at him without being punished.
Yes, magic was real. And it was great, or so he hoped. It wasn't as if he'd had the chance to try it out already.
Suddenly, a grey owl swooped over his head and Harry had to duck in order to avoid a collision with the bird. "I hope you behave yourself better than that owl, Hedwig," he muttered at the caged bird on top of his trolley. Hedwig hooted and Harry wondered if she could actually understand him.
When he reached the train, Harry glanced over his shoulder one more time and looked at the people, glad that his Uncle and Aunt had gone home already. If they ever saw a place as crowded, filthy, and noisy as this platform, they would run away, screaming as they went.
Harry wasn't sure if Hagrid had told him the truth about him being famous and everything. No one seemed to recognize him here at all. It could be that they were simply too busy to notice, but Harry hoped they would keep quiet about it. He'd once seen famous people on the telly giving screaming crowds of people autographs. That wasn't something he'd like to do. Ever.
He turned his back at the people on the platform and pulled his trunk in the train with a heavy groan. He set Hedwig's cage on top of it and began riding it through the train, searching for an empty compartment.
At the end of the long train he finally found one. He opened the door and set his trunk on the bench. Hedwig looked at him with her big, round eyes, pleading for freedom.
"Only if you promise not to fly away, you hear me?" Harry told the bird, before opening the little door. He understood the feeling of being caged, and wasn't too keen on keeping his owl locked up. But he had become quite attached to the white creature and didn't want her to leave him. She was the only friend he had.
Hedwig hooted happily and fluttered with her wings as she hopped through the compartment, content to simply watch Harry and stretch the stiff muscles in her wings.
Harry turned back to the task at hand and grabbed the impossibly heavy trunk in his arms. He hoisted it up, trying to get it in the overhead compartment. He pushed as hard as he could, but his trunk fell back on the bench. "Nothing is ever easy," he mumbled surly.
"Need a hand?" a soft voice asked him.
Harry saw a tiny girl standing in the doorway of his compartment. She had a kind face with long flaming red hair that framed her face. A few freckles were visible on top of her small nose and her brown eyes brightened as she smiled at him. She looked to be a first-year, just like him. Harry smiled back and nodded at her. 'Okay, maybe sometimes it is'
Author's Notes.
So as to put emphasis on the fact that this is a collaborated work of fanfiction, both myself and Bruuz decided that each of us would write a separate author's note at the end of each chapter.
Yonda: The beginning of our story is made! I hope everyone liked it, even though it was pretty short. Before I'll let Bruuz ramble on and on about whatever it is he has to say, I would like to point one thing out. As you might've noticed already, the rating of our story is 'M'. The reason we did this is because we have great plans for our story in the future which are sure to include some gore with the heavy battles, and possible also some newly-invented curse words and whatnot. We are not, however, going to put mature content in this story. At least not in part one. If we will put it in it will be much later, as Bruuz and I prefer to develop our romances very slowly. And we also don't think that it's appropriate to have a romance between two eleven-year-old people. It's just wrong! We might be a little crazy in our heads, but we're not some sick children-lovers or anything like that :P The relationship between Harry and Ginny will merely be friendly and later on it will edge more towards true bonding, and eventually a romance will develop. But that's still pretty far away.
Anyway, enough rambling from me. I'll let Bruuz finish the rest! Thanks again for taking the time to read our story, I hope everyone will continue reading it.
Bruuz: To start off with I'd like to thank all of you for reading our prologue to In Between Good and Evil: Nothing is ever easy. A lot of time and effort has already been put into the creation of a (in our eyes) unique plot and storyline and it is always rewarding to know that people are actually reading it. (Seeing as these Author's Notes are put at the end of the prologue I can only assume that those who are reading this have read the actual prologue as well!)
Our fic will feature a Harry/Ginny pairing/bonding. However, as both of them are only eleven when they meet you will have to wait quite a while for any romance to ensue between the two of them. Moreover, we do not simply intend for the two of them to become mere love interests. They will be friends, lovers, accomplices, and possibly even more than that. Our story will revolve around the two of them yet at the same time involve many of the other characters we all know and love from the world of Harry Potter that J.K. Rowling created for us.
Lastly I want to state clearly, that we do not intend for any character bashing to happen at all. Each and every character J.K. Rowling created was for a reason. Their actions were for a reason and every single person with only half a brain should be able to realize why someone has chosen to act in the way they do. Some of the characters may choose to undertake actions that our main characters disapprove of, that you yourself may disapprove of, but they will in no way, shape or form be made out as the bad guys simply because they did something that, at the time, seemed the appropriate course of action.
Once more, thank you for reading our prologue. Any reviews, advice or (constructive) criticism are always more than welcome.
~Bruuz & Yonda~