This will hopefully get better! I made it kinda like opening of HP4 on purpose! Chapters will get longer! Flame if you must.
A dark, elegant room decorated with silver and emerald snakes was just two steps away from the hall the boy was standing in. he stepped into the room, he wasn't sure why he did it, but he thought...yes he was meeting someone here. But who was he meeting anyway? Someone important probably. And rich to, judging by the sheer size and decor of the large room the boy was standing in.
But where was he?
You are a guest in my mind, said a voice inside the boy's head. the voice was high and cold. He had never heard it before.
I invited you here to make an offer, a chance to be greater than you ever imagined...But I need you to help me. The voice stopped speaking and the boy was filled with excitement. A chance to be great? To outshine anyone he ever knew or dreampt of being...he'd do anything.
"What kind of help?" The boy asked, his heart pounding faster by the minute. this voice was oddly persuasive and he couldn't help but believe every word it said to him.
You know things that I wish to know, see things I wish to see...Let me dwell within your soul... implored the voice
The boy felt a red flag go off inside his head. This sounded suspisious to him, why would someone want dwell in his boring old soul? But then, as if the voice had sensed his hesitation it began speaking again, drowning all the boy's doubts.
It's a simple spell, you need just to touch something and the power will be yours... you will know it when you see it...now say you will?
The boy had a strange thought go through his head that had something to do with his common sense but he dismissed it with a shake of his head. This was a dream anyway,he'd wake up in awhile to find himself insignificant again...he could be great in his dreams couldn't he?
Accept me into your soul to begin the spell, touch the scar to get the power you crave...
"Scar?"
But at that moment a screetch sounded and the elaborate room dissapeared as Ron Weasley woke up.
I know it's really short but I'm on a time budget here! Oh, I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANYTHING ELSE 'CAUSE I DIDN'T WRITE IT!there so do not sue me.PLEASE R&R! Flames welome. And this is the first Harry Potter fanfic I've written obviously so tell me what you think!
A dark, elegant room decorated with silver and emerald snakes was just two steps away from the hall the boy was standing in. he stepped into the room, he wasn't sure why he did it, but he thought...yes he was meeting someone here. But who was he meeting anyway? Someone important probably. And rich to, judging by the sheer size and decor of the large room the boy was standing in.
But where was he?
You are a guest in my mind, said a voice inside the boy's head. the voice was high and cold. He had never heard it before.
I invited you here to make an offer, a chance to be greater than you ever imagined...But I need you to help me. The voice stopped speaking and the boy was filled with excitement. A chance to be great? To outshine anyone he ever knew or dreampt of being...he'd do anything.
"What kind of help?" The boy asked, his heart pounding faster by the minute. this voice was oddly persuasive and he couldn't help but believe every word it said to him.
You know things that I wish to know, see things I wish to see...Let me dwell within your soul... implored the voice
The boy felt a red flag go off inside his head. This sounded suspisious to him, why would someone want dwell in his boring old soul? But then, as if the voice had sensed his hesitation it began speaking again, drowning all the boy's doubts.
It's a simple spell, you need just to touch something and the power will be yours... you will know it when you see it...now say you will?
The boy had a strange thought go through his head that had something to do with his common sense but he dismissed it with a shake of his head. This was a dream anyway,he'd wake up in awhile to find himself insignificant again...he could be great in his dreams couldn't he?
Accept me into your soul to begin the spell, touch the scar to get the power you crave...
"Scar?"
But at that moment a screetch sounded and the elaborate room dissapeared as Ron Weasley woke up.
I know it's really short but I'm on a time budget here! Oh, I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANYTHING ELSE 'CAUSE I DIDN'T WRITE IT!there so do not sue me.PLEASE R&R! Flames welome. And this is the first Harry Potter fanfic I've written obviously so tell me what you think!