This story was literally written a few years ago and I have a different writing style now so, yeah. So this is set in the order of the Phoenix or as I like to call it, Harry's anger issues, and after Blood of Olympus. Yes I am aware of time line issues, but I really don't care.
Summery:
"And how do we know you don't work for you know who?" "Well, you don't know, and we really don't know." The one in the front replied. Harry shouted,"AND WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!" "Well, you don't know that we work for you know who, but we really don't know who you know who is." He was acting so calm! The blonde hit the black haired boy in the arm. "Seaweed brain, quit being so confusing!" He smirked at her and she giggled. Okay, so maybe they were human. Just maybe.
One prophecy.(Well actually there are 9, but-SHUT IT CONSCIOUSNESS!)
Eight demigods.
Lots o' wizards. (read this in a weird hagrid like accent)
And a flying metal Dragon.
Oh dear. Well this will be an interesting year. *sigh*
