A/N: They say you dream about things that you think about before you go to sleep. I can say that for me, this is totally true. Like once, I was thinking about warriors, and in my dream they lived in a house down my street and I was in the Apprentice's den (basement) with Sandstorm, Dustpelt, Spottedleaf and Thornclaw. Once I was thinking about Hogwarts, and had a dream where my school taught magic and a teacher threw a cake at my head o.O
Why am I telling you this? Because this one-shot is based on a dream. Trust me, by the time you finish this, you'll be wondering what the heck is wrong with my subconscious.
The thing I was reading before I fell asleep was the fan-fiction Harry Potter and the Curse of the Seventh Horcrux by cytpotter. I suggest you read it, it really is quite good, and besides, it was what fuelled my dream and therefore this fan-fiction. Also, like Curse of the Seventh Horcrux, this takes place during seventh year.
I don't own Harry Potter, nor do I own the fan-fiction mentioned above.
Heading South
My name is Taylor Potter. I'm Harry's twin sister. And I'm in Antartica right now.
You're probably wondering how I got here. If you're not, then too bad, because I'm going to tell you anyway. So, either way, you're going to find out.
I should probably start my story from the beginning, but since that would take too long, I'll just skip to the chase; how we ended up in Antartica.
It all started when the ministry introduced the official Magical Census...
...
I glanced at Harry, my brother, over the letter. His face was pale. I don't know why, but we were both scared. We both knew that we couldn't take place in this census, and that we'd be forced to kiss a dementor if we didn't.
So we came up with what, to us, seemed a logical plan.
We went on the run for a week. It was hard, eating mushrooms and berries. And then- shock, horror, disaster!- the Ministry found us.
Why we were hanging out by the Muggle Doctor's Surgery where the census was taking place, I don't know. I also don't know why it was taking place at a Doctor's Surgery, but hey, that's the Ministry for you.
A team of Auror's chased us through the building and into the Gift Shop. The shop was crowded, and nobody seemed to be paying attention. I was slightly confused to why a Doctor's Surgery had a gift shop, but it didn't matter.
What did matter was getting away.
"There!" Harry cried, pointing at a basket on the counter. And in the basket we saw our escape; model owls. There were several of them, some tawny and some snowy. I made my way to the front of the crowd and grabbed one, holding it out to the woman.
"We should really get a tawny, Taylor, they're not as easy to spot," Harry told me uneasily. I shrugged, paying the woman.
"It looks like Hedwig."
We made our way out into the woods. We knew the Aurors would be on us soon, there was no time to spare.
I cast an engorgement charm on the bird, and Harry cast a spell bringing it to life. Is there even a spell for that? Anyway, it worked, and the Giant Hedwig-replica cocked her head at us. We could hear shouts and exchanged a glance; the Aurors had found us.
We climbed up onto Giant Hedwig-replica's back. I'm going to refer to her as Wighead from now on. In fact, I might make her wear a wig...
Ahem. On with the story.
"GET THEM!" came the cry as Wighead flapped her wings and soared into the air. Harry and I held onto her feathers, both of us flat on our stomachs and laughing.
We'd escaped, even if it was very inconspicuous.
"Where do we go?" Harry shouted above the wind. I shrugged.
"Wighead, take us somewhere they'll never think of looking!"
Wighead let out a squawk to let me know she'd heard, and soared off into the sunset.
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Yeah, so that's how we ended up here. In Antartica.
I'm sat in a cave right now. It's cold, but I'm coping. Harry's outside with Wighead. I wonder what he's doing.
If you think this is a little strange, believe me, it is. We'll have to go back north sometime to deal with Voldemort. Or not. We may as well just stay down here in Antartica.
Or maybe my brains are frozen.
Harry's just come into the cave. I really ought to go now.
Love ya Journal,
Taylor.
A/N: I told you it was weird! Sorry if it's badly written, my dreams are often hazy. There wasn't much to go on.
So write a review and tell me what you thought, and PM me if you want to hear more about my crazy dreams. Seriously, I have quite a few, and I love talking about dreams.
Well, that's quite enough from my screwed-up imagination.
Thank you and goodnight!
-Invisi
