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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter 1: Deathly Dreams
Criminal records: Death Eater for 22 years
Attempt at robbing Gringotts Wizarding Bank
Act in Muggle Massacre of '93 :Confined to Azkaban: Life sentence
Harry peered through his glasses down at the folder with his homework in it. It was his Criminology III class, with criminal records of a past criminal whose case had already been solved and closed. Of course, he and his classmates didn't know the solution the man had been given, thus why he was cooped up in his dormitory at midnight crouching over many books and papers lying about the crammed desk.
Figuring he'd finish up tomorrow Harry undressed and switched off the desk light. He had one more glance of the records and slowly slid into the comfort of Mrs. Weasley's home-knitted blanket and drifted off.
A great, big, black, dog suddenly loomed into his vision, and he whirled around, narrowly missing being trampled by the Knight Bus. He gasped in shock of what just happened.
Eyes, seemingly endless, great mattes of unwashed hair, and dirt, filled Harry's vision. The waxy skin made him look like a skeleton, which adds to the fact he was unhealthily skinny. It was Sirius.
"I thought you'd come and help your friend. Your father would have done the same for me. Brave of you, not to run for a teacher. I'm grateful...it will make everything much easier..."
And suddenly he saw Sirius's severed head through the fire, looking at him, and grinning, "You'll do fine in the Triwizard Cup Harry!"
It seemed to take Sirius an age to fall. His body curved in a graceful arc as he sank backward through the ragged veil hanging from the arch...he saw the look of mingled fear and surprise on his godfathers face...and suddenly he heard his own voice, "SHE KILLED SIRIUS! SHE KILLED HIM- I'LL KILL HER!" Harry woke up to find himself sweating like a pig. He had that damn dream again. Curse it.
Falling out of bed Harry opened his eyes once more and glanced around. He had a room to himself thankfully, and he had gone to great efforts to make it "homey." Not that he had much to make it homey with in the first place, but it felt like home. Harry attended the College of Wizarding Defense and Aurority. It was his third and final year here, and he couldn't wait to get out and perform his job for real, not illegally as he had for his entire life, well, more like when he attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He was studying hard to become a successful Auror, as they are very hard to come by these days. He had neither of his best friends from school, Ron and Hermione. Ron is raking in the dough by becoming a pro Keeper for the newest pro quidditch team, the Gryffindors. Hermione was off to a great start working in the Ministry of Magic, aspiring to become Minister. Harry didn't doubt she could do it.
Harry decided to tidy up a bit before hitting the books; it was a peaceful Saturday, but he didn't want to take chances. Bookshelves lined all the walls, leaving few spaces for posters of Ron's and the Cannon's quidditch teams. His cozy bed lay in one corner, with his old Hogwarts chest opposite his bed frame. His desk was huge, with areas for each of his things, such as Auror objects he had collected from the past such as his Sneak o Scope, Pensieve, and Foe-Glass. His reliable Firebolt lay against the wall, with other shelves packing things from Hogwarts.
Harry picked up his clothes from the floor and stuffed them into the closet at the end of the room. He did a few more things then grabbed his book bag and slung it across his shoulder. He put his contacts in quickly, and blinked to let the solution run down his face, bringing his bright green eyes in contrast with his jet-black hair. He was already dressed in his black pants and shirt, with long trench coat like robes billowing behind him. He stuffed his wand in his pocket and headed down to breakfast.
He met Willis, his best friend here, on the way down and stopped to talk to him.
"Hey Willis!"
"Hey Harry! Wanna come hit a few quaffles with us? You play Seeker!" Willis had his broom slung over his shoulder and was grinning at him broadly. Harry was widely known for his quidditch talent.
"Sure man, I'll be down in about half an hour." Harry responded.
"That's my man, always on schedule!" Harry laughed as Willis said this because he really was on time these days. Nothing like when he was in Hogwarts, when they fought off Voldemort and sneaked off grounds to speak to Hagrid.
They passed each other in the hall and Harry went and got breakfast. He studied while he ate, then walked outside to retrieve his broom.
"Accio broom." He said under his breath, and his Firebolt came, with whipping sounds of air behind it. It stopped right in front of him, like an army soldier, ready for battle. Harry grabbed it and quickly went to join his friends.
That's all for Chapter 1 everybody. I will do my best to get Chapter 2 up! Now go and review! The box is right there! Don't be lazy and think, oh whatever. Just a review, that's all I'm asking! Thanks!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter 1: Deathly Dreams
Criminal records: Death Eater for 22 years
Attempt at robbing Gringotts Wizarding Bank
Act in Muggle Massacre of '93 :Confined to Azkaban: Life sentence
Harry peered through his glasses down at the folder with his homework in it. It was his Criminology III class, with criminal records of a past criminal whose case had already been solved and closed. Of course, he and his classmates didn't know the solution the man had been given, thus why he was cooped up in his dormitory at midnight crouching over many books and papers lying about the crammed desk.
Figuring he'd finish up tomorrow Harry undressed and switched off the desk light. He had one more glance of the records and slowly slid into the comfort of Mrs. Weasley's home-knitted blanket and drifted off.
A great, big, black, dog suddenly loomed into his vision, and he whirled around, narrowly missing being trampled by the Knight Bus. He gasped in shock of what just happened.
Eyes, seemingly endless, great mattes of unwashed hair, and dirt, filled Harry's vision. The waxy skin made him look like a skeleton, which adds to the fact he was unhealthily skinny. It was Sirius.
"I thought you'd come and help your friend. Your father would have done the same for me. Brave of you, not to run for a teacher. I'm grateful...it will make everything much easier..."
And suddenly he saw Sirius's severed head through the fire, looking at him, and grinning, "You'll do fine in the Triwizard Cup Harry!"
It seemed to take Sirius an age to fall. His body curved in a graceful arc as he sank backward through the ragged veil hanging from the arch...he saw the look of mingled fear and surprise on his godfathers face...and suddenly he heard his own voice, "SHE KILLED SIRIUS! SHE KILLED HIM- I'LL KILL HER!" Harry woke up to find himself sweating like a pig. He had that damn dream again. Curse it.
Falling out of bed Harry opened his eyes once more and glanced around. He had a room to himself thankfully, and he had gone to great efforts to make it "homey." Not that he had much to make it homey with in the first place, but it felt like home. Harry attended the College of Wizarding Defense and Aurority. It was his third and final year here, and he couldn't wait to get out and perform his job for real, not illegally as he had for his entire life, well, more like when he attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He was studying hard to become a successful Auror, as they are very hard to come by these days. He had neither of his best friends from school, Ron and Hermione. Ron is raking in the dough by becoming a pro Keeper for the newest pro quidditch team, the Gryffindors. Hermione was off to a great start working in the Ministry of Magic, aspiring to become Minister. Harry didn't doubt she could do it.
Harry decided to tidy up a bit before hitting the books; it was a peaceful Saturday, but he didn't want to take chances. Bookshelves lined all the walls, leaving few spaces for posters of Ron's and the Cannon's quidditch teams. His cozy bed lay in one corner, with his old Hogwarts chest opposite his bed frame. His desk was huge, with areas for each of his things, such as Auror objects he had collected from the past such as his Sneak o Scope, Pensieve, and Foe-Glass. His reliable Firebolt lay against the wall, with other shelves packing things from Hogwarts.
Harry picked up his clothes from the floor and stuffed them into the closet at the end of the room. He did a few more things then grabbed his book bag and slung it across his shoulder. He put his contacts in quickly, and blinked to let the solution run down his face, bringing his bright green eyes in contrast with his jet-black hair. He was already dressed in his black pants and shirt, with long trench coat like robes billowing behind him. He stuffed his wand in his pocket and headed down to breakfast.
He met Willis, his best friend here, on the way down and stopped to talk to him.
"Hey Willis!"
"Hey Harry! Wanna come hit a few quaffles with us? You play Seeker!" Willis had his broom slung over his shoulder and was grinning at him broadly. Harry was widely known for his quidditch talent.
"Sure man, I'll be down in about half an hour." Harry responded.
"That's my man, always on schedule!" Harry laughed as Willis said this because he really was on time these days. Nothing like when he was in Hogwarts, when they fought off Voldemort and sneaked off grounds to speak to Hagrid.
They passed each other in the hall and Harry went and got breakfast. He studied while he ate, then walked outside to retrieve his broom.
"Accio broom." He said under his breath, and his Firebolt came, with whipping sounds of air behind it. It stopped right in front of him, like an army soldier, ready for battle. Harry grabbed it and quickly went to join his friends.
That's all for Chapter 1 everybody. I will do my best to get Chapter 2 up! Now go and review! The box is right there! Don't be lazy and think, oh whatever. Just a review, that's all I'm asking! Thanks!