Hear the Bells Rings
A Harry Potter Fanfiction
By: A-Chan Yuy
Disclaimer: I own it all, I own it all!!! Bow down before me!!! MWAHAHAHA!!! Just kidding. If that were true, Harry Potter and every character associated would be extremely different. Thank you J.K. Rowling!! (O.ox;;)
Author's Note: Wow. I am writing something that I feel ISN'T trash, and yet. It's 4:38/:41 in the morning here. On Thanksgiving. Good lord. IF there are hints of SLASH/Homosexuality, I hope you can digest it. I mean it's just implying. Nothing TOO hideous for you homophobes (no offense or anything) like kissing.
Summary: When a certain Fifth Year Gryffindor finds his way to the Astronomy Tower, he's nightly visit turns up finding out one deadly secret of Draco Malfoy's. What you see may not be real, because what you find out what is truly real maybe something that isn't true.
Snow became piling up in heaps recently. Snow had been gathering, as they were falling, making the world a pasty white land, filled with no impurities. Until the land turns brown and gray.
It had been rather nippy weather really. About two feet of snow came off the ground. Rather chilly out too. If he could of gone to Hogmeade, he would of.
But he couldn't.
So all he could do was stare in awe as the moon glistened upon the white snow, in pajamas in the middle of the night.
He would have been, perhaps, the only Gryffindor in Hogwarts right now.
But he wasn't.
There was someone else with him, staying at the school. His best friend.
Who wouldn't want to go home for the Holidays?
Him.
And I.
Who wouldn't want to see family?
Him. I mean, who would want to see their unlikeable realitives anyways?
As for me, family isn't bad.But, I need my time and space alone.
He watched out of the window, as he stared near the otherside of the room, where his friend was sleeping slightly and sound. No stirring, no nightmares. Just normal sleep.
As much as he didn't want to admit, he was rather.envious. And not just for sleep mind you.
An old feeling awakened him, as he carefully stepped away from the window, the moon guiding his way with its rays. He tiptoed to his friends' trunk, opening it slowly. No creeking sounds. Good.
He took out a sliver cloak, its fibers glitzing various colors. He shut the trunk, and wrapped the cloak around him.
He disappeared.
Heading out of the dormitories, into the common room, he took a few minutes making sure no one else wasn't trying to sneak inside the common room. He made it out, the Fat Lady giving absentminded notion, and he left, feeling the stockings warming his feet.
He clambored on, until he reached a room. He went up flights of stairs until he reached the view.
It was rather magnificent, a rather nice and cozy place when watching the sunrise. It was also perfect because trees were cleared out of the way to observe the skies more clearly at night.
Sitting down on the ledge, he leaned against part of the stone structure, and gazing towards the skies.
And there he began.
He began on this very night, this type of night, and all who knew, which wasn't a lot, realized the true changes of Ronald Weasley.
But he didn't say much about it.
He had became more open, much more free. He couldn't really understand why. But as the time unfolded, he realized he had spent his time with his friends, not much of himself, despite he was more of a loner. He realized, he didn't know where his fate lied, what he wanted to do, or what he even needed.
Pathetically useless.
He took time away from everything else, and found out the true strength. Even before, he could only find bits and pieces of himself, and more of a whole. He really didn't take time to think. And when he did, it started to become clearer.
He had started realizing why Harry trusted him, why Hermione bothered arguing with him, and why everything else made sense now.
And so, he started realizing what the world really is. Olden environments become new and exciting, and everything is shown in a new light.
He had realized that now. He had now been open of many things he never had been before. He had more oppretunities. More chances. New changes.
He had understand why the Slytherins were the way they were.
He was growing up, maturing. He was becoming whole.
He gazed at the moon, its lucid light engulfing around him, as though a holy aura, making the fiery scarlet hair more tame and in a way, feminine.
His eyes became brighter, his skin more lighter, and firmer, and he seemed rather angelic and harmonious.
He had been him.
Suddenly, he heard minute footsteps of someone else's feet. He wrapped the Cloak of Invisibility tighter around himself, and stayed still, barely breathing.
When he saw who it was, he almost lost it.
A boy with platinum blonde hair, nearly sliver, and slate barren eyes showed no emotion. He had looked like a hallow doll.
He was wearing a thick-looking turtleneck, the splotchy vinaceous color drowning in the ultramarine design. His hair had clearly been standing out, but his eyes, perhaps, a bit brighter, but that was all.
Over the turtleneck, he was wearing usual black Hogwarts robes, slimming to fit around him.
He was also wearing some dark denim bootcut jeans with normal brown shoes.
He didn't know why he was here, but he stayed very still. And he watched.
What was Draco Malfoy doing here? He certainly has some kind of buisness here. Or does he? I thought he was out for the holidays. Oh joy.
He took a parchment out of his robe pocket. He started reading silently to himself.
"And I've lived for this day.
I've lived for as long as I could remember, watching by as the wind sailed away with the remnants of that time.
I can still hear his voice against my ear, whispering good-bye, between good old friends.
That's what I last heard from him."
"I can recall, that was the last time I heard of him. The last time I ever heard his name telling me those same words, repeating in my head.
As the time past, I could only remember then, and not now. I can only feel myself then, and not now. And I can hear myself repeating the very same things I have said before. The past has came to haunt me."
" And I can only hear of a time, a time within itself calling out to me, taunting me.
Manipulating me. I can only breathe to what calls out to me now.
I am only a doll, a vessel, a pawn.
What has become of me I shall not know.
Because I do not know."
-- --- --- Feel For This Day Intro. --- --- --
Dear Draco,
It seems to be that time has stood still again, hasn't it? Time does that now. I can't imagine how this owl can get it through to you, much less, alive. I have been worried about you, my friend. It seems we shall not part ways again, do you think?
I know I shall not live longer. Not quite yet. You must find that last connection, before I wither. For all you know, they could be near by you, or under your nose. You know you are not the Draco of this time.
And yet, some may say you are. It's hardly convincing now isn't it? Thinking this is another time? This time is just like ours, except the greatest change happens way earlier than ours should be.
Is it holidays now? I was thinking if you were at that Mansion of yours then I had been wrong about you. But I have a feeling you are still at the school. Very well.
If you want to remember me after I die, read that introduction. It is a piece of my latest fiction that I shall finish soon. Perhaps in time for your birthday, later the next year.
Before I say good bye, have faith. Have faith in yourself. You are the Dragon who shall lift the name of Malfoy away of its bad faith. You are hope, and I wish you will remember that.
Well, sweet child, remember your dreams, and good luck. And farewell.
-- A. D.
His eyes were nearly popping out of their sockets. Malfoy is out of this time?! This Malfoy isn't Malfoy? Good God.
Draco rolled the parchment up and placed it back in his robe pockets, and he sighed. The moon glinted off him, his eyes flashing now with brimming tears. He almost felt the urge to soothe him but-
This is Malfoy here! Another guy. A Slytherin. And besides, he wouldn't remember, he's from a different time!
This was bizarre.
Extremely bizarre.
Draco soon left, and moments later, Ron followed. Muttering to the Fat Lady, he scrambled quietly to his dorm, relieved as Harry was still asleep.
Placing the cloak back, he snuck into his own bed, under the sheets, contented with his exciting adventures for one day. And he slept into a black oblivion.
- End Part/Chapter 1
Author's Comments: I hope I don't end up writing much of these. Oh screw it.
Anyways, this took me about two hours. or more. Of restless sleep, and is rather plotless. And right now it's about to reach three to four hours. And yes, it is rather the wee hours of dawn, and everybody is asleep, while I'm typing this little bugger.
Any kind of criticism you'd like to say? Anything? Comments? This isn't my first piece of HP fiction if you are wondering, so do go away now. I dare you to review. Sort of a worthless piece. I took an HOUR looking for color words. O.ox;; Odd.
Well, if you have any ideas, comments, either send them to kris_yuy@yahoo.com, or review.
Thanks!
~A-Chan Yuy~
*Who is rather sleepless and can not remember for the life of her how to do these AN's at the bottom because of sleep*
11/22/01
4:52/:56 AM CST (Central Standard Time. I live in Texas if you are wondering. Lol)
A Harry Potter Fanfiction
By: A-Chan Yuy
Disclaimer: I own it all, I own it all!!! Bow down before me!!! MWAHAHAHA!!! Just kidding. If that were true, Harry Potter and every character associated would be extremely different. Thank you J.K. Rowling!! (O.ox;;)
Author's Note: Wow. I am writing something that I feel ISN'T trash, and yet. It's 4:38/:41 in the morning here. On Thanksgiving. Good lord. IF there are hints of SLASH/Homosexuality, I hope you can digest it. I mean it's just implying. Nothing TOO hideous for you homophobes (no offense or anything) like kissing.
Summary: When a certain Fifth Year Gryffindor finds his way to the Astronomy Tower, he's nightly visit turns up finding out one deadly secret of Draco Malfoy's. What you see may not be real, because what you find out what is truly real maybe something that isn't true.
Snow became piling up in heaps recently. Snow had been gathering, as they were falling, making the world a pasty white land, filled with no impurities. Until the land turns brown and gray.
It had been rather nippy weather really. About two feet of snow came off the ground. Rather chilly out too. If he could of gone to Hogmeade, he would of.
But he couldn't.
So all he could do was stare in awe as the moon glistened upon the white snow, in pajamas in the middle of the night.
He would have been, perhaps, the only Gryffindor in Hogwarts right now.
But he wasn't.
There was someone else with him, staying at the school. His best friend.
Who wouldn't want to go home for the Holidays?
Him.
And I.
Who wouldn't want to see family?
Him. I mean, who would want to see their unlikeable realitives anyways?
As for me, family isn't bad.But, I need my time and space alone.
He watched out of the window, as he stared near the otherside of the room, where his friend was sleeping slightly and sound. No stirring, no nightmares. Just normal sleep.
As much as he didn't want to admit, he was rather.envious. And not just for sleep mind you.
An old feeling awakened him, as he carefully stepped away from the window, the moon guiding his way with its rays. He tiptoed to his friends' trunk, opening it slowly. No creeking sounds. Good.
He took out a sliver cloak, its fibers glitzing various colors. He shut the trunk, and wrapped the cloak around him.
He disappeared.
Heading out of the dormitories, into the common room, he took a few minutes making sure no one else wasn't trying to sneak inside the common room. He made it out, the Fat Lady giving absentminded notion, and he left, feeling the stockings warming his feet.
He clambored on, until he reached a room. He went up flights of stairs until he reached the view.
It was rather magnificent, a rather nice and cozy place when watching the sunrise. It was also perfect because trees were cleared out of the way to observe the skies more clearly at night.
Sitting down on the ledge, he leaned against part of the stone structure, and gazing towards the skies.
And there he began.
He began on this very night, this type of night, and all who knew, which wasn't a lot, realized the true changes of Ronald Weasley.
But he didn't say much about it.
He had became more open, much more free. He couldn't really understand why. But as the time unfolded, he realized he had spent his time with his friends, not much of himself, despite he was more of a loner. He realized, he didn't know where his fate lied, what he wanted to do, or what he even needed.
Pathetically useless.
He took time away from everything else, and found out the true strength. Even before, he could only find bits and pieces of himself, and more of a whole. He really didn't take time to think. And when he did, it started to become clearer.
He had started realizing why Harry trusted him, why Hermione bothered arguing with him, and why everything else made sense now.
And so, he started realizing what the world really is. Olden environments become new and exciting, and everything is shown in a new light.
He had realized that now. He had now been open of many things he never had been before. He had more oppretunities. More chances. New changes.
He had understand why the Slytherins were the way they were.
He was growing up, maturing. He was becoming whole.
He gazed at the moon, its lucid light engulfing around him, as though a holy aura, making the fiery scarlet hair more tame and in a way, feminine.
His eyes became brighter, his skin more lighter, and firmer, and he seemed rather angelic and harmonious.
He had been him.
Suddenly, he heard minute footsteps of someone else's feet. He wrapped the Cloak of Invisibility tighter around himself, and stayed still, barely breathing.
When he saw who it was, he almost lost it.
A boy with platinum blonde hair, nearly sliver, and slate barren eyes showed no emotion. He had looked like a hallow doll.
He was wearing a thick-looking turtleneck, the splotchy vinaceous color drowning in the ultramarine design. His hair had clearly been standing out, but his eyes, perhaps, a bit brighter, but that was all.
Over the turtleneck, he was wearing usual black Hogwarts robes, slimming to fit around him.
He was also wearing some dark denim bootcut jeans with normal brown shoes.
He didn't know why he was here, but he stayed very still. And he watched.
What was Draco Malfoy doing here? He certainly has some kind of buisness here. Or does he? I thought he was out for the holidays. Oh joy.
He took a parchment out of his robe pocket. He started reading silently to himself.
"And I've lived for this day.
I've lived for as long as I could remember, watching by as the wind sailed away with the remnants of that time.
I can still hear his voice against my ear, whispering good-bye, between good old friends.
That's what I last heard from him."
"I can recall, that was the last time I heard of him. The last time I ever heard his name telling me those same words, repeating in my head.
As the time past, I could only remember then, and not now. I can only feel myself then, and not now. And I can hear myself repeating the very same things I have said before. The past has came to haunt me."
" And I can only hear of a time, a time within itself calling out to me, taunting me.
Manipulating me. I can only breathe to what calls out to me now.
I am only a doll, a vessel, a pawn.
What has become of me I shall not know.
Because I do not know."
-- --- --- Feel For This Day Intro. --- --- --
Dear Draco,
It seems to be that time has stood still again, hasn't it? Time does that now. I can't imagine how this owl can get it through to you, much less, alive. I have been worried about you, my friend. It seems we shall not part ways again, do you think?
I know I shall not live longer. Not quite yet. You must find that last connection, before I wither. For all you know, they could be near by you, or under your nose. You know you are not the Draco of this time.
And yet, some may say you are. It's hardly convincing now isn't it? Thinking this is another time? This time is just like ours, except the greatest change happens way earlier than ours should be.
Is it holidays now? I was thinking if you were at that Mansion of yours then I had been wrong about you. But I have a feeling you are still at the school. Very well.
If you want to remember me after I die, read that introduction. It is a piece of my latest fiction that I shall finish soon. Perhaps in time for your birthday, later the next year.
Before I say good bye, have faith. Have faith in yourself. You are the Dragon who shall lift the name of Malfoy away of its bad faith. You are hope, and I wish you will remember that.
Well, sweet child, remember your dreams, and good luck. And farewell.
-- A. D.
His eyes were nearly popping out of their sockets. Malfoy is out of this time?! This Malfoy isn't Malfoy? Good God.
Draco rolled the parchment up and placed it back in his robe pockets, and he sighed. The moon glinted off him, his eyes flashing now with brimming tears. He almost felt the urge to soothe him but-
This is Malfoy here! Another guy. A Slytherin. And besides, he wouldn't remember, he's from a different time!
This was bizarre.
Extremely bizarre.
Draco soon left, and moments later, Ron followed. Muttering to the Fat Lady, he scrambled quietly to his dorm, relieved as Harry was still asleep.
Placing the cloak back, he snuck into his own bed, under the sheets, contented with his exciting adventures for one day. And he slept into a black oblivion.
- End Part/Chapter 1
Author's Comments: I hope I don't end up writing much of these. Oh screw it.
Anyways, this took me about two hours. or more. Of restless sleep, and is rather plotless. And right now it's about to reach three to four hours. And yes, it is rather the wee hours of dawn, and everybody is asleep, while I'm typing this little bugger.
Any kind of criticism you'd like to say? Anything? Comments? This isn't my first piece of HP fiction if you are wondering, so do go away now. I dare you to review. Sort of a worthless piece. I took an HOUR looking for color words. O.ox;; Odd.
Well, if you have any ideas, comments, either send them to kris_yuy@yahoo.com, or review.
Thanks!
~A-Chan Yuy~
*Who is rather sleepless and can not remember for the life of her how to do these AN's at the bottom because of sleep*
11/22/01
4:52/:56 AM CST (Central Standard Time. I live in Texas if you are wondering. Lol)