Okay I don't own any of this stuff, only the plot. The rest is Miss.
Rowling's. have fun, and I truly hope you enjoy. Rate and write to tell me
if I should keep on going. THANX!
* FireboltPrincess *
The pale morning sunlight spread over the frosted grounds, slightly warming the chilly air. The trees from the forest seemed to tremble in the feeble rays of light. No sound was heard as dawn stretched across the lake and over the castle walls. The weak sunshine poured through the open window and onto the face of a young boy, soundly sleeping in his bed. The boy, who's lightning shaped scar illuminated in the diluted sunlight, was a legend and a hero to some. With startling green eyes, untidy black hair, and scrawny figure, Harry Potter slept, not knowing about his day to come. Not aware of the plans that would change his life, from this day forward.
Harry stirred slightly as he awoke to a soundless dormitory, sunlight streaming in from the open windows. He laid, gazing over the room, savoring the thought that it was Saturday. He sat up, put his glasses on from the bedside table, and walked over to the open window. He leaned out and felt the refreshing cold on his face. It looked like dawn had just broke and he was in for a sunny, yet cold morning. There was no movement on the grounds, not even the birds were singing. Funny, Harry thought. He glanced at Hagrid's hut that glittered in the frost. No smoke swelled from the chimney. Hagrid wasn't up yet either.
Harry turned away from the window when he saw movement from the corner
of his eye. Harry looked back out of the window and at the trees on
the border of the forest and Hagrid's hut. The treetops were quivering
in the sunlight, and as abruptly as it had started, it stopped. Then
the silhouettes of tall, dark figures appeared between every tree
along the edge of the forest. Harry blinked, and the figures were
gone. He stared frantically at the base of the trees, but saw nothing.
Rubbing his eyes, Harry turned and quickly dressed. He went back and
looked out the window one last time, nothing. He walked down the
stairs and into the common room, thinking hard on what the figures
could have been. Sunlight shone on the threadbare carpet as Harry
walked over to the fireplace. He sat down in front of his favorite
armchair. He was the only one in the common room, which was good, it
gave time to think on what had happened. It had to be a figure of his
imagination, or maybe sleepiness. They couldn't be real, the figures,
how would they have gotten on the grounds? Hermione had always told
him that no one could Apparate onto the Hogwarts grounds.
Harry gave up straining his brain and reached for his homework in his
bag. He decided to work on his Potions essay Professor Snape had
assigned them. He had started to write, when a sudden thought occurred
to him. Death Eaters. The figures could have been Death Eaters. Harry
tried to convince himself that they couldn't have been Death Eaters,
just couldn't. He pushed that to the back of his mind and turned to
his attention to the essay he was suppose to be writing. Harry stared
at his parchment, thinking hard on what he was to write for his essay.
Every so often, the thought would penetrate his thinking and only
concern him more.
Harry was struggling halfway through his essay, when he heard
footsteps descend the stairs from the dormitories. Hermione and Ron
emerged from the staircase.
"Good morning Harry," greeted Hermione cheerfully. Harry turned and
gave a soft smile to them both.
"How early did you wake up, mate? Must have been early for you to get
this far on your essay." Ron said, walking around to look at Harry's
Potions essay. Harry nodded, and gathered up his things. He shoved it
all back into his bag, and stood up. He looked at them, both smiling
in a tired kind of way. Hermione studied his face.
"Harry, are you alright? Is something wrong?"
He hesitated, then shook his head. She smiled and they walked out of
the common room and down to the Great Hall for breakfast. On the way
down Harry thought of why he didn't tell Ron and Hermione. It wasn't
that important, he assured himself, he didn't have to make such a big
deal of it.
Harry would soon wish he had told someone about what he saw that morning.
* FireboltPrincess *
The pale morning sunlight spread over the frosted grounds, slightly warming the chilly air. The trees from the forest seemed to tremble in the feeble rays of light. No sound was heard as dawn stretched across the lake and over the castle walls. The weak sunshine poured through the open window and onto the face of a young boy, soundly sleeping in his bed. The boy, who's lightning shaped scar illuminated in the diluted sunlight, was a legend and a hero to some. With startling green eyes, untidy black hair, and scrawny figure, Harry Potter slept, not knowing about his day to come. Not aware of the plans that would change his life, from this day forward.
Harry stirred slightly as he awoke to a soundless dormitory, sunlight streaming in from the open windows. He laid, gazing over the room, savoring the thought that it was Saturday. He sat up, put his glasses on from the bedside table, and walked over to the open window. He leaned out and felt the refreshing cold on his face. It looked like dawn had just broke and he was in for a sunny, yet cold morning. There was no movement on the grounds, not even the birds were singing. Funny, Harry thought. He glanced at Hagrid's hut that glittered in the frost. No smoke swelled from the chimney. Hagrid wasn't up yet either.
Harry turned away from the window when he saw movement from the corner
of his eye. Harry looked back out of the window and at the trees on
the border of the forest and Hagrid's hut. The treetops were quivering
in the sunlight, and as abruptly as it had started, it stopped. Then
the silhouettes of tall, dark figures appeared between every tree
along the edge of the forest. Harry blinked, and the figures were
gone. He stared frantically at the base of the trees, but saw nothing.
Rubbing his eyes, Harry turned and quickly dressed. He went back and
looked out the window one last time, nothing. He walked down the
stairs and into the common room, thinking hard on what the figures
could have been. Sunlight shone on the threadbare carpet as Harry
walked over to the fireplace. He sat down in front of his favorite
armchair. He was the only one in the common room, which was good, it
gave time to think on what had happened. It had to be a figure of his
imagination, or maybe sleepiness. They couldn't be real, the figures,
how would they have gotten on the grounds? Hermione had always told
him that no one could Apparate onto the Hogwarts grounds.
Harry gave up straining his brain and reached for his homework in his
bag. He decided to work on his Potions essay Professor Snape had
assigned them. He had started to write, when a sudden thought occurred
to him. Death Eaters. The figures could have been Death Eaters. Harry
tried to convince himself that they couldn't have been Death Eaters,
just couldn't. He pushed that to the back of his mind and turned to
his attention to the essay he was suppose to be writing. Harry stared
at his parchment, thinking hard on what he was to write for his essay.
Every so often, the thought would penetrate his thinking and only
concern him more.
Harry was struggling halfway through his essay, when he heard
footsteps descend the stairs from the dormitories. Hermione and Ron
emerged from the staircase.
"Good morning Harry," greeted Hermione cheerfully. Harry turned and
gave a soft smile to them both.
"How early did you wake up, mate? Must have been early for you to get
this far on your essay." Ron said, walking around to look at Harry's
Potions essay. Harry nodded, and gathered up his things. He shoved it
all back into his bag, and stood up. He looked at them, both smiling
in a tired kind of way. Hermione studied his face.
"Harry, are you alright? Is something wrong?"
He hesitated, then shook his head. She smiled and they walked out of
the common room and down to the Great Hall for breakfast. On the way
down Harry thought of why he didn't tell Ron and Hermione. It wasn't
that important, he assured himself, he didn't have to make such a big
deal of it.
Harry would soon wish he had told someone about what he saw that morning.