That's My Son!
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Disclaimer: All of this belongs to J. K. Rowling. All except for Arthur Weasley's thoughts, rather, what I think his thoughts might have bee.
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This short little piece takes place in the fourth book when the dark mark appears over Hermione, Ron and Harry. Everything is exactly as it was in the fourth book; I have simply added my take on Arthur Weasley's thoughts.
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I saw something hovering above the trees. I saw something that made me tremble. It was a colossal skull, comprised of what looked like emerald stars, with a serpent protruding from its mouth like a tongue. It rose higher and higher, blazing in a haze of greenish smoke, etched against the black sky like a new constellation. I have not seen this massive skull in nearly thirteen years.
I apparated into that section of forest along with twenty or so other witches and wizards…many whom I recognized. They were all standing around the Dark Mark, their wands held high. Then I saw something that made me tremble even more. My son, my *youngest* son, was standing right beneath the ghastly Dark Mark, in the center of the circle. He was there with his to friends Harry Potter and Hermione Granger.
"DUCK!" I heard Harry yell. He ducked down low and pulled the other two with him. He did this just in time.
"*STUPEFY*" came the roar of the other wizards.
I began to run. This could not be happening. I ran as fast as I could.
"Stop!" I yelled, terrified. "STOP! *That's my son!*" I walked to the center of the circle, my strides long and fast. "Ron—Harry" I said in a shaky voice. "Hermione—are you alright?"
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And the rest is history. What do you think?
Please Review :)
The bunnies would be grateful.
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Disclaimer: All of this belongs to J. K. Rowling. All except for Arthur Weasley's thoughts, rather, what I think his thoughts might have bee.
~~~~~~~~~~
This short little piece takes place in the fourth book when the dark mark appears over Hermione, Ron and Harry. Everything is exactly as it was in the fourth book; I have simply added my take on Arthur Weasley's thoughts.
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I saw something hovering above the trees. I saw something that made me tremble. It was a colossal skull, comprised of what looked like emerald stars, with a serpent protruding from its mouth like a tongue. It rose higher and higher, blazing in a haze of greenish smoke, etched against the black sky like a new constellation. I have not seen this massive skull in nearly thirteen years.
I apparated into that section of forest along with twenty or so other witches and wizards…many whom I recognized. They were all standing around the Dark Mark, their wands held high. Then I saw something that made me tremble even more. My son, my *youngest* son, was standing right beneath the ghastly Dark Mark, in the center of the circle. He was there with his to friends Harry Potter and Hermione Granger.
"DUCK!" I heard Harry yell. He ducked down low and pulled the other two with him. He did this just in time.
"*STUPEFY*" came the roar of the other wizards.
I began to run. This could not be happening. I ran as fast as I could.
"Stop!" I yelled, terrified. "STOP! *That's my son!*" I walked to the center of the circle, my strides long and fast. "Ron—Harry" I said in a shaky voice. "Hermione—are you alright?"
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And the rest is history. What do you think?
Please Review :)
The bunnies would be grateful.