Harry Potter
and the Potion of New Life
Chapter 1
Harry stared at his O.W.L.'s with goggling eyes. He couldn't believe his grades! Some of them he expected like the "O" in Defense Against the Dark Arts and "A" in Charms. The only one he couldn't believe, the one that he kept looking over trying to persuade himself that the grade was correct was Potions. He had received and "A" in Potions. An "A" as in acceptable. The best grade next to an "O". He got an "A" in Herbology, a "P" in Divination (no surprise there), and an "A" in Transfiguration just to name a few.
Sitting on the front porch or the Dursley's house, he thought of his friends and of their grades. He had already sent Hedwig with a note to each of them the second he had received and opened and reviewed his grades. That was quite a while ago. In the mean time Harry decided to review his Defense Against the Dark Arts book and do the homework assigned to him. If he was to become an Auror he would have to do excellent in that class. Besides, the Dursley Family was out on a trip to America. He had wished to go with them. Even though he hated the family America was, well, a different continent! But he decided to look on the bright side and do his homework.
Diligently working a thought just occurred to him. Why did he want to be an Auror? What was in it for him? Not to be selfish or anything, but there were so many other great jobs. He sat there for a while pondering this thought. "For my family!" he said aloud. "For my mother and father, for Sirius, and for all the others who were killed by dark wizards and Voldermort himself. He knew that only he could defeat the Dark Lord. It said so in the prophecy. Only one of them could survive. It was horrible to think about. It didn't say who would actually survive. Although the proper thing and the right thing would be for Voldermort to die, Harry knew that he too could die.
A few hours later he heard a peck on his window. It was Hedwig and the Hogwarts owl with his book list. He would have kept the window open except it was strangely cold out for a July night. Hedwig had two letters tied to his leg. He gave Hedwig and the other owl a treat and opened the first letter from Hedwig's right leg. It was from Hermione.
Dear Harry,
Congratulations on such great O.W.L.'s! I got "O"'s in everything except for Defense Against the Dark Arts and Arithmancy in which both I received an "A". I figured as much though. Defense Against the Dark Arts has never been my strong point and the Arithmancy test was exceptionally hard. I suppose you have received your book list. Ron and I have arranged to meet in Diagon Ally to get out new books.
Cheers,
Hermione
Harry was surprised Hermione got two "A"'s but he went on to read Ron's letter.
Harry,
I received the same exact O.W.L.'s as you except in Defense Against the Dark Arts. I got an "A". Oh well. Mum is still very pleased. Percy is still not talking to the family. Oh Harry! Please meet me and Hermione in front of Gringot's to get our books on August 3rd, ok? If you need transportation, please just ask. See ya!
Ron
He would probably need that transpiration to Diagon Ally. He took the letter off of the other owl. It read: (1) Standard Book of Spells: Grade 6, (2) Defensive Mechanisms for Curses and Other Dark Spells. It seemed as though Professor Dumbledore had found a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. "I wonder who it is?" Harry finally went to sleep and had a dream.
Chapter 2
He was cold, too cold. And it was night. And he was running. He was running so fast that he couldn't stop to take a breath. He looked up and saw the moon. It ran with him, guiding him, letting him know that he couldn't stop running. But he fell. He looked down to see what he tripped over. It was a book. He could barely make out the title in the silver light of the moon. It said The Potion of __(_? _)___. He had an odd feeling that if he filled in the name of the potion it would do what he wanted it to. He opened the cover and found a page in which to put what the potion does and how to make it. You had to fill in the pages yourself.
"The Potion of New Life." He said. "It makes the drinker return to life if not dead more then a year. Ingredients include 1tsp. Moonflower, Root of Granoth, 5 tsp. Theofraid water, and the petal of a Lonnasower. Stir seven times and then repeat directions." Harry didn't know why he said that. It came out of nowhere. Out of all the different types of potions to make, why did he make that one? As he was thinking a dove came behind him and started singing a song. It was a pleasant tune and Harry listened. As it sang night became day and cold became warm. The dove sand, "Light and warmth and life and peace of Sir..." and then, the dove was stricken down by an arrow. And Harry woke up.
When he woke up he could hardly remember the dream. He remembered the dove and the song and tripping over a brown book but that was it. "I must write to Sirius about this..." Fumbling for parchment and paper Harry realized that Sirius was dead and there was nothing he could do about it. He was scared and confused. Harry hadn't had a strange dream since June. "I must write to Dumbledore then." Harry said hurriedly. And he did. He told him exactly what happened in the dream. All that he could remember anyway.
When he went to give the letter to Hedwig he realized that the Hogwarts owl was still there. "Oh, well I guess then I can save Hedwig the flight." He said as he gave the owl the letter. "To Dumbledore." And the owl flew off into the night.
and the Potion of New Life
Chapter 1
Harry stared at his O.W.L.'s with goggling eyes. He couldn't believe his grades! Some of them he expected like the "O" in Defense Against the Dark Arts and "A" in Charms. The only one he couldn't believe, the one that he kept looking over trying to persuade himself that the grade was correct was Potions. He had received and "A" in Potions. An "A" as in acceptable. The best grade next to an "O". He got an "A" in Herbology, a "P" in Divination (no surprise there), and an "A" in Transfiguration just to name a few.
Sitting on the front porch or the Dursley's house, he thought of his friends and of their grades. He had already sent Hedwig with a note to each of them the second he had received and opened and reviewed his grades. That was quite a while ago. In the mean time Harry decided to review his Defense Against the Dark Arts book and do the homework assigned to him. If he was to become an Auror he would have to do excellent in that class. Besides, the Dursley Family was out on a trip to America. He had wished to go with them. Even though he hated the family America was, well, a different continent! But he decided to look on the bright side and do his homework.
Diligently working a thought just occurred to him. Why did he want to be an Auror? What was in it for him? Not to be selfish or anything, but there were so many other great jobs. He sat there for a while pondering this thought. "For my family!" he said aloud. "For my mother and father, for Sirius, and for all the others who were killed by dark wizards and Voldermort himself. He knew that only he could defeat the Dark Lord. It said so in the prophecy. Only one of them could survive. It was horrible to think about. It didn't say who would actually survive. Although the proper thing and the right thing would be for Voldermort to die, Harry knew that he too could die.
A few hours later he heard a peck on his window. It was Hedwig and the Hogwarts owl with his book list. He would have kept the window open except it was strangely cold out for a July night. Hedwig had two letters tied to his leg. He gave Hedwig and the other owl a treat and opened the first letter from Hedwig's right leg. It was from Hermione.
Dear Harry,
Congratulations on such great O.W.L.'s! I got "O"'s in everything except for Defense Against the Dark Arts and Arithmancy in which both I received an "A". I figured as much though. Defense Against the Dark Arts has never been my strong point and the Arithmancy test was exceptionally hard. I suppose you have received your book list. Ron and I have arranged to meet in Diagon Ally to get out new books.
Cheers,
Hermione
Harry was surprised Hermione got two "A"'s but he went on to read Ron's letter.
Harry,
I received the same exact O.W.L.'s as you except in Defense Against the Dark Arts. I got an "A". Oh well. Mum is still very pleased. Percy is still not talking to the family. Oh Harry! Please meet me and Hermione in front of Gringot's to get our books on August 3rd, ok? If you need transportation, please just ask. See ya!
Ron
He would probably need that transpiration to Diagon Ally. He took the letter off of the other owl. It read: (1) Standard Book of Spells: Grade 6, (2) Defensive Mechanisms for Curses and Other Dark Spells. It seemed as though Professor Dumbledore had found a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. "I wonder who it is?" Harry finally went to sleep and had a dream.
Chapter 2
He was cold, too cold. And it was night. And he was running. He was running so fast that he couldn't stop to take a breath. He looked up and saw the moon. It ran with him, guiding him, letting him know that he couldn't stop running. But he fell. He looked down to see what he tripped over. It was a book. He could barely make out the title in the silver light of the moon. It said The Potion of __(_? _)___. He had an odd feeling that if he filled in the name of the potion it would do what he wanted it to. He opened the cover and found a page in which to put what the potion does and how to make it. You had to fill in the pages yourself.
"The Potion of New Life." He said. "It makes the drinker return to life if not dead more then a year. Ingredients include 1tsp. Moonflower, Root of Granoth, 5 tsp. Theofraid water, and the petal of a Lonnasower. Stir seven times and then repeat directions." Harry didn't know why he said that. It came out of nowhere. Out of all the different types of potions to make, why did he make that one? As he was thinking a dove came behind him and started singing a song. It was a pleasant tune and Harry listened. As it sang night became day and cold became warm. The dove sand, "Light and warmth and life and peace of Sir..." and then, the dove was stricken down by an arrow. And Harry woke up.
When he woke up he could hardly remember the dream. He remembered the dove and the song and tripping over a brown book but that was it. "I must write to Sirius about this..." Fumbling for parchment and paper Harry realized that Sirius was dead and there was nothing he could do about it. He was scared and confused. Harry hadn't had a strange dream since June. "I must write to Dumbledore then." Harry said hurriedly. And he did. He told him exactly what happened in the dream. All that he could remember anyway.
When he went to give the letter to Hedwig he realized that the Hogwarts owl was still there. "Oh, well I guess then I can save Hedwig the flight." He said as he gave the owl the letter. "To Dumbledore." And the owl flew off into the night.