Hello, people!
Some of you might have read my (crappy) Superman Oneshot that I published earlier this week, but if you haven't, don't read it. It's kinda awkward.
I've decided to continue writing The Pirate Princess. Be warned, though: you might not like how it turns out. Just give me a while to think of what to write next.
I'm also writing a OneShot for Harry Potter. It's quite long (in my opinion) so give me a moment.
Lastly, I'm doing research on Natasha Romanova, Matt Murdock and Clint Barton to write a fanfiction. Heads up if you know who they are. If you don't, never mind.
As you can see, I'm quite busy. Tell that to our school (who's keeping our hands full with primary school graduation baloney), my Chinese teacher (who's keeping our hands full with homework when we're five days away from graduating) and our Music teacher(who's keeping our hands full with Les Miserables balderdash. Somehow, she's convinced that supporting characters holding hands and twirling in a circle happily during the sad song On My Own is perfectly normal. Good grief!) So I might not be able to update as frequently. Sad.
I give my thanks to HRH Roze Himesama; the lovely Kobito Dukan (I know what you did back there in your new HP OneShot. Grrr); SoraSymphony; and ZakuraSymphony.
Also, JK Rowling owns Harry and the gang; Eiichiro Oda owns the Straw Hats. Or do the Straw Hats own him?
It was like the Forest all over again.
The way it was so dark, he could not see his hand as he held it up in front of him. The way it was so, so eerily quiet, he could only hear his heartbeat. The way he was scared of dying alone in the dark, except then he'd been standing alone, surrounded by a circle of Death Eaters and now he was floating in nothingness. He didn't even know if he was dead or alive, or whether the portal worked.
But then, he wasn't alone.
He heard and saw nothing, but he felt his friends beside him in the dark. He knew they were there.
They'd said so.
He felt comforted he had such true friends.
An eternity later, a hole appeared out of nowhere in front of him. It was a portal of sorts, he estimated. Light streamed out of it, illuminating him and his friends. In it, fluffy white clouds floated against the backdrop of a beautiful blue sky.
The hole came closer and closer to them.
So this is it, thought Harry as it drew near to him. Sirius.
The hole swallowed him, and he looked down to find himself staring at a beautiful blue sea.
Gravity overcame him, and he fell.
Back in the Ministry of Magic, in the Prime Minister's office, a certain frazzled-looking red-headed man was explaining something wearily to a few dozen guards surrounding him.
"Are you positive that you were knocked out by six Dementors?"
"How many times do I have to tell you, McJagger? They weren't Dementors! I couldn't feel a thing next to them-"
"What in the world is going on here?"
A very sleepy and annoyed Kingsley Shacklebolt pushed past the guards, still in his pajamas. Everyone else turned to him and began talking at the same time.
"Minister, there's been-"
"Kingsley! Just when we-"
"Sir, the most terrible thing-"
"Weasley here was overpowered-"
"McJagger, they weren't Dementors, how many times-"
"Stop!" Kingsley's deep voice boomed. "One at a time."
Arthur sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.
"As you know, Kingsley, I was guarding the door to the Department of Mysteries this morning, and as I felt rather tired, I dozed off for a few minutes. When I woke up, six unconvincing figures in Dementor cloaks were standing in front of me. Having just woken up, I fumbled for my wand and was about to conjure a Patronus when they drew their own wands and Stunned me. Which proves my point, provided that Dementors usually don't operate wands, nor do they swear colourfully or trip over the hem of their robes!" Here, he glared at the guard known as McJagger who, who shrunk back a little.
"Did you check the room?" Asked Kingsley, ignoring the two wizards' non-verbal exchange entirely.
"That's what worried me, Kingsley. The door was left ajar when I came to, and when I looked in, nothing had been seemingly touched. The only item seeming to having been touched… was the Veil."
All present shivered.
"Arthur, you don't think-"
The fireplace beside them glowed green. As soon as Minerva McGonagall stopped spinning and had dusted the ash off of herself, she climbed out, and from her expression Kingsley could gather that something was terribly wrong.
"They're gone."
"…What?"
"Potter, the two Weasleys, Granger, Longbottom and Lovegood. They're gone. They were last seen heading into the Forest with bags and whatnot. I am strongly suspicious of Finnigan, who told me they'd gone on a walk."
Arthur buried his face in his hands. "Oh, no, no, no…"
Kingsley looked grave. "Minerva, we were just discussing a break-in that occurred in the Department of Mysteries. Six people dressed up as Dementors stunned Arthur here who was guarding the door. The Veil has been tampered with."
Minerva was shocked. "No- not even Potter would be that stupid-"
"That is exactly my point, Minerva. Nobody's that stupid. Perhaps this has something to do with the issue of The Daily Prophet from yesterday?"
Minerva's expression melted from disbelief into that of horrified realization. "He didn't really-"
Kingsley sighed. "I'm going to sue The Daily Prophet. Just you wait."
Sorry for lack of action in this chapter. I just had to put something between "they jumped into the Veil" and "they fell out the other side". This chapter doesn't mean much, I know. Sorry.
So, Straw Hats next chapter! Probably. Don't hit me!
Reviews are always welcome!
