Hi, guys! It's been a month since I last came on Fanfiction. Partly because I had been recovering from a severe bout of the influenza A9N1, otherwise known as Outward Bound( you'll know if you've been reading NemesisGoddessOfRevenge's Ghost, or ZakuraSymphony's- what was it again?- Lunatic IE Trip To Hawaii.)and partly because my brain has reached a dead end in Pirate Princess.
Oh, don't worry! I'm not planning on putting TPP up for adoption, or abandoning it to live on the streets, so to speak. I'll just shove it aside for a while until my writer's block is cured. (Or until ISPSAN- International Society of Prevention of Story Abuse and Neglect- comes to get me.)
Thankfully, my writer's block only applies to TPP and not to other stories. You'd be glad to know (or not) that I have loads of other ideas for Fanfictions! One of them is this Harry Potter/One Piece crossover. You lot probably know that, as that's the reason most of you are here in the first place( unless you're one of my classmates. Some of the inside jokes here only the people in my class will understand)
Anyway, you're probably dying of boredom here, so I'll make this quick: Thanks to KobitoDukan, ZakuraSymphony, SoraSymphony and Roze Hime-sama. No offense, Roze, but your new name is a lot odder than NemesisGoddessofRevenge; I'm still wondering if Zakura or Sora hacked your account.
Disclaimer: One Piece belongs to Eiichiro Oda, and Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling.
Arthur Weasley was having trouble staying awake.
Yes, he should have been wide awake then as he guarded the door to The Department Of Mysteries. Yes, it was an important job assigned to him from The Order Of The Phoenix, and he should have been alert and awake as he sat there. Yes, he should had been particularly alert and awake as he sat there as he had been bitten by the newly late You-Know-Who's snake Nagini (also newly late) at that exact same spot two years ago.
Still, he couldn't help but feel sleepy. His eyelids drooped. He forced them open. They drooped again.
After about ten minutes of this, Arthur began to wonder: what was it so important inside that they wanted him to guard? There was nobody to guard against! You-Know-Who was dead! Sure, there were a couple of Death Eaters still around, but the most powerful ones had all been captured. Surely they couldn't come in here.
Besides, the Ministry of Magic had enough guards to begin with. Kingsley Shacklebolt, being, well, Kingsley Shacklebolt, had employed no less than 300 professionally, highly trained wizards and witches (aka Aurors) to guard the Ministry. Why Mr Weasley was still needed, he wasn't sure.
It surely wouldn't hurt if he dozed off for a while…
With that, Arthur Weasley's head dropped abruptly, as if he were doing a supporting role for Les Miserables, and fell asleep.
It was a good thing that he did, for if he hadn't he would have seen the figures creeping towards him down the looooong hallway.
And if he had seen them, he would have caught them in the act, and there wouldn't be a story in the first place.
These six figures seemed to be Dementors, if you looked at them from a distance. If you observed them closely, however, they would reveal themselves to be stumbling, cursing Dementors which had a hard time of convincing you that they were Dementors.
As they advanced towards the slumbering man, the tallest Dementor of the pack tripped over the hem of its cloak/robe/trench coat. It let out a yelp as it went sprawling on the carpet.
Mr Weasley's brow furrowed. Why was it so noisy? It was four in the morning. Even the late shift workers had gone home already. He opened his eyes. The sight of five Dementors glaring at him gave him quite a fright.
"What…?" He reached into his pocket, took out his wand, pointed it at the Dementors with a shaking hand, then dropped it, tried to pick it up but dropped it again in his haste, and finally pointed it up at them again. " Expecto Patr-"
In a sudden movement, all five of the Dementors drew wands and yelled in unison, "STUPEFY!"
BANG! Mr Weasley slumped down onto the floor.
By this time, you might have noticed other peculiar things about the Dementors aside from their appearances. For one thing, most Dementors are of the same height. They move slowly and gracefully, and never make a single sound apart from their breathing. They rarely sport wands, nor do they know magic apart from overwhelming people with despair. These Dementors did not give Mr Weasley that sense of misery, hopelessness, but he was panicking so much at the time that it did not matter much to him what he was feeling.
By this time, you are probably sure that they were not Dementors. And you are correct.
Breathing heavily, the Dementors pulled off their fake Dementor cloaks/robes/trench coats( naturally bought from Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes- George obviously thought it amusing to create a Dementor costume so pranksters could scare the hell out of their friends with it), revealing themselves to be none other than the six that were here two years ago.
"Bloody hell, is that Dad?" Ronald Weasley stared at his passed out father. His stricken sister nodded.
"We shouldn't leave him out here, or a Crumple-Horned Shorkack could eat him," said Luna Lovegood thoughtfully. Nobody bothered to contradict her, although Hermione Granger rolled her eyes.
Harry Potter looked at the door Mr Weasley had been guarding. "Let's go in."
The others, including Neville Longbottom who was just getting to his feet, nodded.
Upon entering, the six of them found themselves in the room which they had fought in so long ago. It was different from the last time they'd seen it as Kingsley Shacklebolt had removed some of the items, but none of them wasted any time in looking around. The one thing at the other side of the room was the one that caught their attention: A fluttering black curtain over a dark archway. Hushed whispers seemed to be emitting from the drape as they crept towards it.
Harry stared at the grim archway now in front of him. It looked the same as it had before; and yet to him it seemed different.
Previously, he'd been sure that this very veil had taken away Sirius Black's life. Now, there might be hope that it hadn't.
And yet, how could he endanger his friend's lives again? Fred, Colin, Lupin, Tonks… so many had died for him in the Battle of Hogwarts. He couldn't risk that happening again.
Harry turned to the others; opening his mouth, he tried to say something, but found that he couldn't.
"No," said Ron sternly, patting him on the back. "We aren't going to go back. Just go with it."
Harry knew they would say that.
For a long time, the six friends stared at the dark archway, trying to see past it, to see where it led, and yet to no avail. They closed their eyes, imagining the dangers that they would face, and, one by one, the walked straight into the Veil, which swallowed them, before slowly fluttering back into place.
Aaaaaaand there we go! Feel free to drop any reviews, good or bad, about my writing. You are also most welcome to give me ideas on what to write next; I've planned what to write for the next two chapters, but haven't gotten any further than that. Just try to avoid swearing, or I'll have to report you.
Whew, my fingers are aching from typing. And this is a short chapter already! I'm going to have to work on my typing posture. Ja Ne!