AN: I (Lizzie) am writing the first four years and Ea is writing 5yr and
on. That doesn't mean that you won't hear from both of us though!
Disclaimer- We own what you do not recognize. The rest is J K Rowling's
© Lizzie Charmed and Eamane Eldanár 2003
A tall, dark haired wizard made his way through the maze of halls in Hogwarts. He slowly made his way towards Dumbledore's office. The cold, stone gargoyle stood silent and menacing.
"Chocolate Frogs," he said forcefully.
The gargoyle move aside, and a staircase slowly spiraled upwards (LN: try saying THAT 5 times fast! * Eamane grabs keyboard from Lizzie *). The wizard stepped onto the staircase and made his way up wards. After climbing for a while, he found himself in front of a pair of heavy oaken doors. He knocked, and was soon rewarded with an answer.
"Come in, Mr. Potter," a voice called through the door. The boy opened the door and stepped into a curiously decorated circular room. Portraits of old headmasters and headmistresses lined the walls, and shelves loaded with books stood silent and proud. A phoenix stood by the desk, where an older wizard was seated.
"Sit down, Harry," the seated wizard said.
Harry sat down in a chair opposite of the Professor and waited for him to speak.
"Professor McGonagall said you wanted to see me, sir," Harry said politely.
Dumbledore smiled. "Ah, yes. I have something of great interest to you. It seems that your mother, Lily, kept a diary. In it she tells the antics of herself and her friends when they were hear at Hogwarts. I thought that you would like to read it." He said, holding up a large, leather bound book. On it Harry could see, written in gold, The Diary of Lily Evans.
"Thank you, Professor. I would love to read it," he replied, mesmerized at the chance to read something his mother had written. He reached up and took the diary from the old professor.
As he made his way towards the Gryffindor common room, thoughts raced through his mind. How had Dumbledore gotten a hold of the diary? Why was he giving it to him in his last year?
Harry strolled into the cozy common room and plopped down onto a scarlet over stuffed couch in front of a merrily crackling fire. He put the diary on his lap and opened the diary. The pages were blank for a moment, then they flashed and Harry saw, written in an 11-yearold's handwriting:
The Diary of Lily Evans KEEP OUT!
Disclaimer- We own what you do not recognize. The rest is J K Rowling's
© Lizzie Charmed and Eamane Eldanár 2003
A tall, dark haired wizard made his way through the maze of halls in Hogwarts. He slowly made his way towards Dumbledore's office. The cold, stone gargoyle stood silent and menacing.
"Chocolate Frogs," he said forcefully.
The gargoyle move aside, and a staircase slowly spiraled upwards (LN: try saying THAT 5 times fast! * Eamane grabs keyboard from Lizzie *). The wizard stepped onto the staircase and made his way up wards. After climbing for a while, he found himself in front of a pair of heavy oaken doors. He knocked, and was soon rewarded with an answer.
"Come in, Mr. Potter," a voice called through the door. The boy opened the door and stepped into a curiously decorated circular room. Portraits of old headmasters and headmistresses lined the walls, and shelves loaded with books stood silent and proud. A phoenix stood by the desk, where an older wizard was seated.
"Sit down, Harry," the seated wizard said.
Harry sat down in a chair opposite of the Professor and waited for him to speak.
"Professor McGonagall said you wanted to see me, sir," Harry said politely.
Dumbledore smiled. "Ah, yes. I have something of great interest to you. It seems that your mother, Lily, kept a diary. In it she tells the antics of herself and her friends when they were hear at Hogwarts. I thought that you would like to read it." He said, holding up a large, leather bound book. On it Harry could see, written in gold, The Diary of Lily Evans.
"Thank you, Professor. I would love to read it," he replied, mesmerized at the chance to read something his mother had written. He reached up and took the diary from the old professor.
As he made his way towards the Gryffindor common room, thoughts raced through his mind. How had Dumbledore gotten a hold of the diary? Why was he giving it to him in his last year?
Harry strolled into the cozy common room and plopped down onto a scarlet over stuffed couch in front of a merrily crackling fire. He put the diary on his lap and opened the diary. The pages were blank for a moment, then they flashed and Harry saw, written in an 11-yearold's handwriting:
The Diary of Lily Evans KEEP OUT!