Author's Note: Hello everyone! I'm Ally Granger. This is not only my first story posted on FanFiction.net, but it is my first Harry Potter fan fic. Please no flames. R/R!
Disclaimer: I hereby affirm that I do not and shall never own any characters, settings, or concepts of Harry Potter. They all belong to their original and great author J. K. Rowling. Also, the title Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix belong to her. The only thing that I own is the plot.
A/N: And without further ado:
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
Chapter 1: The Dreams
A young girl sat crying into her dead mother's chest, her dead baby brother lay next to her and her mother. The girl hurt all over from extensive use of the Crutatius Curse. She was deathly aware of the presence of the killer of her mother and brother. Then the high-pitched, evil laugh of the killer rang in her ears even after he had stopped. She slowly turned around, her bright green eyes red and puffy.
"Please, don't kill me. Please . . . please . . . ," she squeaked in between sobs. There was a flash of light and the girl fell limp onto the chest she had only minutes earlier cried on.
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In the middle of the night in the house of the Grangers, two small, cinnamon, brown eyes snapped open. At the same time in the Dursley residence two rather large, bright green eyes shoot open. The persons who owned the eyes spoke at the same time:
"Weird."
They closed their eyes and fell into another dream.
* * *
A man in black robes walked through a meadow with a look of urgency in his eyes. The man was tall and had messy, jet-black hair and lovely, bright, green eyes. He had a peculiar, lightening-shaped scar on his forehead and he wore a pair of circular, black-rimmed glasses.
When the man came to the edge of the hollow, he stopped and stared at the sight before him with a look of horror converting the features of his face. He stumbled to his knees while silent tears rolled down his rosy cheeks. He was too late. His family was dead. His wife, his daughter, his baby son were all dead. He screamed and cried until no sound would come and his tear ducts were dry. Still as no words would come, his mind was racing.
"Ally. Josh. He . . . ," he was cut off when he suddenly realized it.
"The Dark Mark . . . I'm going to kill him this time no mercy . . . " he thought.
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Author's Note: Ok, done. I know it's short, but please, I'm a beginner. Have mercy on me.
Disclaimer: I hereby affirm that I do not and shall never own any characters, settings, or concepts of Harry Potter. They all belong to their original and great author J. K. Rowling. Also, the title Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix belong to her. The only thing that I own is the plot.
A/N: And without further ado:
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
Chapter 1: The Dreams
A young girl sat crying into her dead mother's chest, her dead baby brother lay next to her and her mother. The girl hurt all over from extensive use of the Crutatius Curse. She was deathly aware of the presence of the killer of her mother and brother. Then the high-pitched, evil laugh of the killer rang in her ears even after he had stopped. She slowly turned around, her bright green eyes red and puffy.
"Please, don't kill me. Please . . . please . . . ," she squeaked in between sobs. There was a flash of light and the girl fell limp onto the chest she had only minutes earlier cried on.
* * *
In the middle of the night in the house of the Grangers, two small, cinnamon, brown eyes snapped open. At the same time in the Dursley residence two rather large, bright green eyes shoot open. The persons who owned the eyes spoke at the same time:
"Weird."
They closed their eyes and fell into another dream.
* * *
A man in black robes walked through a meadow with a look of urgency in his eyes. The man was tall and had messy, jet-black hair and lovely, bright, green eyes. He had a peculiar, lightening-shaped scar on his forehead and he wore a pair of circular, black-rimmed glasses.
When the man came to the edge of the hollow, he stopped and stared at the sight before him with a look of horror converting the features of his face. He stumbled to his knees while silent tears rolled down his rosy cheeks. He was too late. His family was dead. His wife, his daughter, his baby son were all dead. He screamed and cried until no sound would come and his tear ducts were dry. Still as no words would come, his mind was racing.
"Ally. Josh. He . . . ," he was cut off when he suddenly realized it.
"The Dark Mark . . . I'm going to kill him this time no mercy . . . " he thought.
* * *
Author's Note: Ok, done. I know it's short, but please, I'm a beginner. Have mercy on me.