The Grey Areas of War
By Hyper Princess
Prologue
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Pearl Harbor. Some of the lines in this fic are taken from the motion picture Pearl Harbor and are not of my own creation. The plot idea however IS my own.
AN/Dedication: Wells here is the prologue! Please review and let me know what you think! And I wanna dedicate this to Sam for all her help and encouragement and Nat for her push for me to write it!! TY GUYS!
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A cool breeze toyed around with the uncut grass, blowing the uneven areas all over, one hot summer day. The weather was quite pleasant for a hot afternoon in July. If one were to survey the scene, they would have no idea of the troubles going on around them, for the beads of perspiration trickling down the brows of two teenage boys taking advantage of the fantastic Quidditch weather did not reflect the severity of the war at hand.
"Come on Ron! It's just you and me this year and we have to keep in shape. I haven't been on a broom in almost a year thanks to Um-bitch and now we have to find practically a whole new team!" Harry broke off his protests to push his glasses back up the bridge of his nose and looked back with a pleading look at the red head.
"No way, I don't care how much we need to work on reaction times, there is no way I am going to speed towards you blindly!" Ron folded his long, lanky arms over his chest and stared hard at Harry.
"Oh boys! You know we aren't supposed to be out here! We are going to get caught!" Hermione was quite torn between relief that Harry was acting so happily and feelings of worry for getting caught. She decided to voice the latter. She bit her bottom lip nervously and sighed staring at Harry with a mixture of emotions clouding her mind.
"Just five more minutes Hermione, and Ron, you have two choices. I can either ram into you or you can play chicken with me because here I come!" Harry shouted over his shoulder as he sped towards the other end of the field to gain speed. He turned his broom around and hurtled himself towards the red head.
The past month had certainly taken its toll on Harry. His already too-thin frame was now receding daily. Most days, he just sat around and sulked, staring into oblivion. His best friends were quite relieved when he asked them to sneak out with him for Quidditch practice that afternoon.
With the war beginning, the children were constantly kept warded inside. Everyone feared that the next person to pass the house would be a Death Eater. Those who still refused to believe the return of the Dark Lord just blamed it all on a ban of 'straggling Death Eaters' led by Sirius Black in memory of their Lord's downfall.
No matter how bad the war threat rose though, it all sunk away when Harry kicked off the ground on his Firebolt. It was his own Euphoria.
Ron, seeing the look of concentration on his best friend's face, quickly willed his own broom to move with a sigh. "Which way are we going?" he yelled to Harry, his own adrenaline building up.
"I guess I'll go right, no, uh left, I'll go left."
"Okay, so we are going left, right?"
"Ri-uh, right, right?"
"Right like we are going right or right like we are going left?"
"Well now you've got me all mixed up! I don't know! Make up your mind!" The two drew closer and closer, only a few feet apart now. Hermione, down below, threw her hands up to cover her eyes, not wanting to see the collision.
"GO RIGHT! GO RIGHT! GO RIGHT!" Ron shouted turning his broom right. Hermione's heart skipped a beat as the two turned at the last possible second, barely evading the other. "BLOODY HELL!!! That's a rush!!" Ron shouted punching his fist into the air in triumph as he landed next to her. Harry just grinned back at him, still speechless from the near collision.
At that moment, the three forgot all about Voldemort, and Death Eaters. They forgot all about Potions homework and Hogwarts. All that was visible to them was a summer day with their best friends.
But eventually, one must return to the reality that is life and in their case, the horrors that come with it. That summer day was the last time the three left the problems of the world behind. Their world was now filled with corruption and betrayal that tore apart what was re-built from the last reign of terror, for a new reign had begun. The innocence of the world was lost as the realization of the dire situation dawned on the wizarding world. No matter how clear the picture was though, many, including their joke of a Minister of Magic, were still in denial that the Dark Lord had indeed returned. No one wanted to have to re-live what the left behind over a decade ago.
This mass denial was the greatest downfall of the wizarding world and left them helpless as the cold dark era took over. No matter how hard the few believers tried, it was not enough. The reign of darkness had taken over, and held strong. Even two years later.
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AN: Okay ppl, I know that sucked, but it was just the prologue..this is NOT my best writing!! Please review!!! I want to know what you guys think!! This story will be set Post-Hogwarts and will be fairly long. The more reviews I get, the faster the next chappy will come out!!
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GIME ME AN R-E-V-I-E-W!! REVIEW!!!! PLZ!!!!
TY! Hugs! Hyper Princess
By Hyper Princess
Prologue
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Pearl Harbor. Some of the lines in this fic are taken from the motion picture Pearl Harbor and are not of my own creation. The plot idea however IS my own.
AN/Dedication: Wells here is the prologue! Please review and let me know what you think! And I wanna dedicate this to Sam for all her help and encouragement and Nat for her push for me to write it!! TY GUYS!
~*~
A cool breeze toyed around with the uncut grass, blowing the uneven areas all over, one hot summer day. The weather was quite pleasant for a hot afternoon in July. If one were to survey the scene, they would have no idea of the troubles going on around them, for the beads of perspiration trickling down the brows of two teenage boys taking advantage of the fantastic Quidditch weather did not reflect the severity of the war at hand.
"Come on Ron! It's just you and me this year and we have to keep in shape. I haven't been on a broom in almost a year thanks to Um-bitch and now we have to find practically a whole new team!" Harry broke off his protests to push his glasses back up the bridge of his nose and looked back with a pleading look at the red head.
"No way, I don't care how much we need to work on reaction times, there is no way I am going to speed towards you blindly!" Ron folded his long, lanky arms over his chest and stared hard at Harry.
"Oh boys! You know we aren't supposed to be out here! We are going to get caught!" Hermione was quite torn between relief that Harry was acting so happily and feelings of worry for getting caught. She decided to voice the latter. She bit her bottom lip nervously and sighed staring at Harry with a mixture of emotions clouding her mind.
"Just five more minutes Hermione, and Ron, you have two choices. I can either ram into you or you can play chicken with me because here I come!" Harry shouted over his shoulder as he sped towards the other end of the field to gain speed. He turned his broom around and hurtled himself towards the red head.
The past month had certainly taken its toll on Harry. His already too-thin frame was now receding daily. Most days, he just sat around and sulked, staring into oblivion. His best friends were quite relieved when he asked them to sneak out with him for Quidditch practice that afternoon.
With the war beginning, the children were constantly kept warded inside. Everyone feared that the next person to pass the house would be a Death Eater. Those who still refused to believe the return of the Dark Lord just blamed it all on a ban of 'straggling Death Eaters' led by Sirius Black in memory of their Lord's downfall.
No matter how bad the war threat rose though, it all sunk away when Harry kicked off the ground on his Firebolt. It was his own Euphoria.
Ron, seeing the look of concentration on his best friend's face, quickly willed his own broom to move with a sigh. "Which way are we going?" he yelled to Harry, his own adrenaline building up.
"I guess I'll go right, no, uh left, I'll go left."
"Okay, so we are going left, right?"
"Ri-uh, right, right?"
"Right like we are going right or right like we are going left?"
"Well now you've got me all mixed up! I don't know! Make up your mind!" The two drew closer and closer, only a few feet apart now. Hermione, down below, threw her hands up to cover her eyes, not wanting to see the collision.
"GO RIGHT! GO RIGHT! GO RIGHT!" Ron shouted turning his broom right. Hermione's heart skipped a beat as the two turned at the last possible second, barely evading the other. "BLOODY HELL!!! That's a rush!!" Ron shouted punching his fist into the air in triumph as he landed next to her. Harry just grinned back at him, still speechless from the near collision.
At that moment, the three forgot all about Voldemort, and Death Eaters. They forgot all about Potions homework and Hogwarts. All that was visible to them was a summer day with their best friends.
But eventually, one must return to the reality that is life and in their case, the horrors that come with it. That summer day was the last time the three left the problems of the world behind. Their world was now filled with corruption and betrayal that tore apart what was re-built from the last reign of terror, for a new reign had begun. The innocence of the world was lost as the realization of the dire situation dawned on the wizarding world. No matter how clear the picture was though, many, including their joke of a Minister of Magic, were still in denial that the Dark Lord had indeed returned. No one wanted to have to re-live what the left behind over a decade ago.
This mass denial was the greatest downfall of the wizarding world and left them helpless as the cold dark era took over. No matter how hard the few believers tried, it was not enough. The reign of darkness had taken over, and held strong. Even two years later.
~*~
AN: Okay ppl, I know that sucked, but it was just the prologue..this is NOT my best writing!! Please review!!! I want to know what you guys think!! This story will be set Post-Hogwarts and will be fairly long. The more reviews I get, the faster the next chappy will come out!!
Draco plushie takes out his green and silver pom poms.
GIME ME AN R-E-V-I-E-W!! REVIEW!!!! PLZ!!!!
TY! Hugs! Hyper Princess