In the End Love Will Fight All..Again
We left Harry Potter at his last year of school at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardtry. He had once again pulled threw many dangers and pain. But this time he had lost more then he could have ever imagined loosing. He lost his love. But to make things worse he had wiped his memory of her completely away. He couldn't remember what her hair smelled like. He couldn't remember how her eyes twinkled when he would look in to them. He couldn't even remember how good it felt to have her near him. All he had was a book that told him their story. HIS story. There was no real proof that she had ever even existed at all. But Harry knew some how in his mind that she was once a big part of his life. Harry knew inspite all the others telling him that Hazel Holiday was just an obsessed fan who accidentally was at the Malfoy's house the day Draco and Lucius tried to kill Harry. Harry just didn't buy it. The book brought a disavow sense to him. With still more then half a year left of school Harry had many things he still had to focus on.
With the threat of Voldemort getting closer and closer to Harry, Dumbledore felt in necessary to higher Lupin and Moody to the staff. Lupin had been given the Defenses Against the Dark Arts job again and Moody was made Hogwart's first ever head of security. He held the honor proudly. Sirius, Harry's godfather had been allowed to stay in Hogwart's kitchen area (much to Snape's dismay) but as a dog of course. Dumbledore felt Harry needed to be around people who he trusted and his friends no longer help him with his loneliness. Hermione had been hard as work for her N.E.W.T.S and her up coming wedding. And Ron had still (even with cheering potion) been a hollow log. Dumbledore also felt Hogwarts was the last place the Ministry would look for Sirius. Harry now for some odd reason wore the necklace that he was going to give to this "Hazel" around his neck under his cloak. It seemed to give him some satisfaction. As Harry walked down the stairs heading to the Great Hall he could hear the ghosts singing Christmas songs. "Oh great Christmas. Just what I need. Everyone feeling happy and cheerful while I feel like my world has ended," said Harry to himself.
Harry was not looking forward to Christmas at all. Ron was leaving to go to Europe with his family and Hermione was going to stay with Krum. So that meant Harry was going to be left behind with nobody but Sirius. Since Sirius had also denied Hazel was really someone Harry had onced loved Harry was not to excited at being with him. "Hi Harry," said Ginny as Harry set down at the Gryffondor table. "Would you like some eggs?" "No, I think I am just going to have some coffee," said Harry who had worked himself into not being hungry. Harry had also had a very bad dream last night. It started out with a familiar young woman crying on a street corner. But before Harry could get to her Voldemort and a bunch of Death Eaters jumped out at her. The girl started to run but she looked very tired and weak like she had been running for several hours. The Death Eaters soon trapped her and even with Harry fighting to get to her he still could stop Voldemort from approaching the young woman. Voldemort then used parseltounge to say, "Why did you run? You know you can't get away." Harry tough Voldemort had lost his mind. Only parseltounges could understand parselmouth but to Harry's amazement the woman spoke back.in parseltounge! "I have to try to warn him. You knew I wouldn't just let you go on without trying to stop you," she said with anger. "Tisk, tisk. I see why Potter and Draco wanted you so much now," said Voldemort. Harry then realized that this young woman must be Hazel. "Your very feisty," he said as he bent down, took his middle and index finger and put it under her chin making her head lift up to look at him. The Death Eaters had her on her knees. "Stand up!" yelled Voldemort. The girl looked at him with disgust. "I said stand up!" yelled Voldemort as he slapped her a crossed the face. Hazel was forced to stand up. The place where Voldemort had hit her was bright red already. She would have a massive bruise from it. But she did not winch in pain. She looked very strong. Dispite the fact that she was tired and beat up. "You Hazel Holiday will be my wife and help me bring Harry Potter to his grave!"
We left Harry Potter at his last year of school at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardtry. He had once again pulled threw many dangers and pain. But this time he had lost more then he could have ever imagined loosing. He lost his love. But to make things worse he had wiped his memory of her completely away. He couldn't remember what her hair smelled like. He couldn't remember how her eyes twinkled when he would look in to them. He couldn't even remember how good it felt to have her near him. All he had was a book that told him their story. HIS story. There was no real proof that she had ever even existed at all. But Harry knew some how in his mind that she was once a big part of his life. Harry knew inspite all the others telling him that Hazel Holiday was just an obsessed fan who accidentally was at the Malfoy's house the day Draco and Lucius tried to kill Harry. Harry just didn't buy it. The book brought a disavow sense to him. With still more then half a year left of school Harry had many things he still had to focus on.
With the threat of Voldemort getting closer and closer to Harry, Dumbledore felt in necessary to higher Lupin and Moody to the staff. Lupin had been given the Defenses Against the Dark Arts job again and Moody was made Hogwart's first ever head of security. He held the honor proudly. Sirius, Harry's godfather had been allowed to stay in Hogwart's kitchen area (much to Snape's dismay) but as a dog of course. Dumbledore felt Harry needed to be around people who he trusted and his friends no longer help him with his loneliness. Hermione had been hard as work for her N.E.W.T.S and her up coming wedding. And Ron had still (even with cheering potion) been a hollow log. Dumbledore also felt Hogwarts was the last place the Ministry would look for Sirius. Harry now for some odd reason wore the necklace that he was going to give to this "Hazel" around his neck under his cloak. It seemed to give him some satisfaction. As Harry walked down the stairs heading to the Great Hall he could hear the ghosts singing Christmas songs. "Oh great Christmas. Just what I need. Everyone feeling happy and cheerful while I feel like my world has ended," said Harry to himself.
Harry was not looking forward to Christmas at all. Ron was leaving to go to Europe with his family and Hermione was going to stay with Krum. So that meant Harry was going to be left behind with nobody but Sirius. Since Sirius had also denied Hazel was really someone Harry had onced loved Harry was not to excited at being with him. "Hi Harry," said Ginny as Harry set down at the Gryffondor table. "Would you like some eggs?" "No, I think I am just going to have some coffee," said Harry who had worked himself into not being hungry. Harry had also had a very bad dream last night. It started out with a familiar young woman crying on a street corner. But before Harry could get to her Voldemort and a bunch of Death Eaters jumped out at her. The girl started to run but she looked very tired and weak like she had been running for several hours. The Death Eaters soon trapped her and even with Harry fighting to get to her he still could stop Voldemort from approaching the young woman. Voldemort then used parseltounge to say, "Why did you run? You know you can't get away." Harry tough Voldemort had lost his mind. Only parseltounges could understand parselmouth but to Harry's amazement the woman spoke back.in parseltounge! "I have to try to warn him. You knew I wouldn't just let you go on without trying to stop you," she said with anger. "Tisk, tisk. I see why Potter and Draco wanted you so much now," said Voldemort. Harry then realized that this young woman must be Hazel. "Your very feisty," he said as he bent down, took his middle and index finger and put it under her chin making her head lift up to look at him. The Death Eaters had her on her knees. "Stand up!" yelled Voldemort. The girl looked at him with disgust. "I said stand up!" yelled Voldemort as he slapped her a crossed the face. Hazel was forced to stand up. The place where Voldemort had hit her was bright red already. She would have a massive bruise from it. But she did not winch in pain. She looked very strong. Dispite the fact that she was tired and beat up. "You Hazel Holiday will be my wife and help me bring Harry Potter to his grave!"