Title: Danger In The Night
By: DraconisDraco
Disclaimer: I wish Harry was mine, (*SMACK*) but he is not. He and his friends and enemies are Mrs. Rowling's. (Teri! That Hurt!) No profit intended.
Warning: This is my first attempt; so don't flame me till you've tried it.
Ps: Jaclyn is all mine.
1.1 Chapter 1: Invitation
"Harry! HARRY!"
"Oh God," Harry muttered.
Colin Creevy came scrambling up the boys staircase and into Harry and Ron's dormitory. "What is it Colin? We're playing chess," said Harry tiredly as Ron's queen killed his knight and checkmated his king.
"Harry! Come quick! This huge owl just arrived with a package for you," Colin shouted, unable to contain his glee.
Harry glanced at Ron and Ron shrugged.
"You were losing any way; we might as well see what's been sent to you."
~*~*~
5 minuets later
"To Mr. Harry Potter; from, An Acquaintance. Huh, I wonder who that could be. Wait, there's a card," said Harry as pulled an envelope from the package.
Dear Mr. Potter,
Don't open this in public, open it alone. You'll understand, trust me.
Yours,
An Acquaintance.
PS. Tell no one.
Ron hovered at Harry's shoulder. "Well, what does it say?" he asked.
"Err…it says to open it in private. I'm not supposed to tell any one, not even you. See for yourself." Harry handed the note to Ron.
Ron looked suspiciously at the parchment. "I don't know Harry; that sounds pretty fishy to me. It might be dangerous."
Harry looked over the thin, rectangular package wrapped in plain, brown paper and tied with string. It looked perfectly harmless to Harry.
"Dangerous? Now why do you say that, Ron?" Harry said with a sneer. "Jealous?"
"NO, no, of course not. It's just…" Ron trailed off, searching for a reason and failing, miserably.
"Well…While I go open this, why dint you go find Hermione and see what she is doing?" Harry suggested.
"Reading in the library, no doubt," mumbled Ron as he turned and left the dormitory. As Ron sulked out of the room, Harry lay back onto his bed, still studying the parcel. Then Harry ripped back the paper, while wondering who and where it had come from.
Harry picked off the last bit of brown paper off the object and flipped it over, revealing a black and white photograph of a tall, aristocratic woman with pale skin and a dark dress. The woman stood in an underground chamber- Harry knew this by the stonewall in the background- with a torch in a metal bracket to the woman's left.
At first Harry thought that it was a muggle photo, because the woman stood still as a statue; but he noticed that the flame flickered, and the women suddenly smiled warmly and waved a thin, pale hand.
Harry turned the picture over again and spotted another note wedged in the frame. It read:
Dear Harry,
Meet me at 11:00 at the edge of the forest just past the quidditch pitch. I wish to talk to you alone. Bring the photo, and leave your friends in the castle. But don't worry I mean you no harm.
Yours Truly,
2 Jaclyn Alucard
Now who could *Jaclyn* be? Harry thought. Should I tell Draco? He might be able to help. Naw. Harry thought to him self. He would just get all worried about me and not let me go. After thinking fir a few minuets, Harry decided to accept and meet this woman; but to be careful. It was time to get his father's cloak out again.
By: DraconisDraco
Disclaimer: I wish Harry was mine, (*SMACK*) but he is not. He and his friends and enemies are Mrs. Rowling's. (Teri! That Hurt!) No profit intended.
Warning: This is my first attempt; so don't flame me till you've tried it.
Ps: Jaclyn is all mine.
1.1 Chapter 1: Invitation
"Harry! HARRY!"
"Oh God," Harry muttered.
Colin Creevy came scrambling up the boys staircase and into Harry and Ron's dormitory. "What is it Colin? We're playing chess," said Harry tiredly as Ron's queen killed his knight and checkmated his king.
"Harry! Come quick! This huge owl just arrived with a package for you," Colin shouted, unable to contain his glee.
Harry glanced at Ron and Ron shrugged.
"You were losing any way; we might as well see what's been sent to you."
~*~*~
5 minuets later
"To Mr. Harry Potter; from, An Acquaintance. Huh, I wonder who that could be. Wait, there's a card," said Harry as pulled an envelope from the package.
Dear Mr. Potter,
Don't open this in public, open it alone. You'll understand, trust me.
Yours,
An Acquaintance.
PS. Tell no one.
Ron hovered at Harry's shoulder. "Well, what does it say?" he asked.
"Err…it says to open it in private. I'm not supposed to tell any one, not even you. See for yourself." Harry handed the note to Ron.
Ron looked suspiciously at the parchment. "I don't know Harry; that sounds pretty fishy to me. It might be dangerous."
Harry looked over the thin, rectangular package wrapped in plain, brown paper and tied with string. It looked perfectly harmless to Harry.
"Dangerous? Now why do you say that, Ron?" Harry said with a sneer. "Jealous?"
"NO, no, of course not. It's just…" Ron trailed off, searching for a reason and failing, miserably.
"Well…While I go open this, why dint you go find Hermione and see what she is doing?" Harry suggested.
"Reading in the library, no doubt," mumbled Ron as he turned and left the dormitory. As Ron sulked out of the room, Harry lay back onto his bed, still studying the parcel. Then Harry ripped back the paper, while wondering who and where it had come from.
Harry picked off the last bit of brown paper off the object and flipped it over, revealing a black and white photograph of a tall, aristocratic woman with pale skin and a dark dress. The woman stood in an underground chamber- Harry knew this by the stonewall in the background- with a torch in a metal bracket to the woman's left.
At first Harry thought that it was a muggle photo, because the woman stood still as a statue; but he noticed that the flame flickered, and the women suddenly smiled warmly and waved a thin, pale hand.
Harry turned the picture over again and spotted another note wedged in the frame. It read:
Dear Harry,
Meet me at 11:00 at the edge of the forest just past the quidditch pitch. I wish to talk to you alone. Bring the photo, and leave your friends in the castle. But don't worry I mean you no harm.
Yours Truly,
2 Jaclyn Alucard
Now who could *Jaclyn* be? Harry thought. Should I tell Draco? He might be able to help. Naw. Harry thought to him self. He would just get all worried about me and not let me go. After thinking fir a few minuets, Harry decided to accept and meet this woman; but to be careful. It was time to get his father's cloak out again.