Author's Notes: Wow, look at me! I live! Ha. Well, well, I bet you never
thought you'd hear from me again. But here I am. It's Christmas Holiday's
and I've had the sudden want to get back into this. Though I doubt my
wonderful reviewers will be anywhere near here still.
AnimeLuver: I have no immediate plans to kill of Cedric, but I am making no promises. Ok, chances are he won't be killed off. Even less likely is Cho.
Strim: The one reviewer who is likely to stick around. You know too much about the plot to be letting on what you think may happen and what things mean. I can't remember anymore if I was going to have someone die.
To let you all know, since it's been about 4 months, I remember the basic plot but not many specifics. Such as who I had planned to do what in this chapter, and who may or may not die in this. My computer was recently reset so I don't have the chapter 9 I started way back in September either, so bear with me.
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Saturday, Summer 10
Harry lay on his bed, staring up at the ceiling of his little house. He had a lot to think about after Dumbledore talking to him, and seeing Cho with Cedric. He knew both things on his mind must have happened before, it was only logical. Dumbledore knew of the shadow haunting the festivals, and Cho and Cedric had seen the goddess together- or so he assumed.
He groaned as he finally stumbled out of his bed. He swallowed a quick breakfast, and glanced at the calendar before heading out into the field. He sprinkled water over the nearly grown tomatoes, and the slowly growing corn- kneeling down to inspect them. For once he smiled to see they were coming along good and healthy.
Something found in the chicken coop also brightened Harry's day. Following Tao's example, both Crinkl and Mika had laid an egg, all three of the hatchlings feathers finally the permanent snowy white. Harry gently pet the four hens as he passed them to collect the eggs, nearly stepping on Tomi in the process. Then, after filling their food and water dishes, headed to check on Raqui.
There was less to be thrilled about once he entered the barn, Raqui had wandered to the back and had somehow managed to get to the store of fodder. Harry jumped and sauntered to the back of the barn, and grabbing Raqui by the belled collar pulled her back away from the fodder.
"Reparo!" He said, pointing his wand at the broken door. And then, shaking his head turned back to the misbehaved cow. Raqui looked back at Harry with big, innocent eyes only a baby can have. Harry sighed and led Raqui back to her stall, filled her water trough and was out of there.
After wandering away from his farm, Harry found himself on the left side of the town. After realizing where he was, he remembered he had yet to meet the "Potions Master", and see his shop- before he remembered last time he tired he found it was closed on a weekend, and it was indeed a weekend once more.
Lo and behold, he ends up in a common place for seeing his friends- the library. Hermione was at her desk by the door, reading a giant book rather tensely. Harry ignored her and walked over to the table usually occupied by Parvati, but was at the moment occupied by a sleeping Ron.
Harry held back a laugh and prodded his sleeping friend on the shoulder, "Don't get too excited."
"Mhmm?" Ron lifted his head and looked sleepily at Harry.
"That bored?"
"Mhm." Ron nodded slowly, before really opening his eyes.
"Why are you here to nap?" Harry questioned, sitting down across from Ron.
"No reason, I was just here." Ron said, sounding rather defensive. Harry knew better but said nothing.
Hermione got up and came over to the table, dropping her book onto it. Ron jumped, as he was still half on the table, and both he and Harry looked at Hermione inquisitively.
"What were you looking up today?" Harry asked.
"Nothing, really." Hermione answered, looking at her two friends. Ron looked back with pillow creases on his cheek from laying on his sleeve. Hermione clucked her tongue to herself and shook her head, then looking at Harry- making the observation that something was wrong.
"What's wrong, Harry?" Hermione asked.
"Just thinking," Harry said honestly.
"What did Dumbledore say yesterday?" Hermione asked suddenly, just remembering. Ron sat up more when she asked, clearly interested.
"He knows the Shadow's been at the festivals." Harry said, trying to think back, "He wanted to know if it had done anything."
"Did it?" Ron asked stupidly.
"You'd have known if it did, I'd guess." Harry said, "Or, if it did anything other than look around."
"What was it looking at?" Hermione questioned.
"It looked at Dumbledore, Cedric, Cho and me." Harry answered.
Hermione looked down at her book, thinking for a moment, "Didn't you say the Goddess told you those three had also seen her?"
"And the shadow, yes.." Harry said, not understanding at first, "Wait- what could that have to do with it?"
"I don't know." Hermione concluded.
The conversation slowly turned around to what else was bugging Harry, because neither of his friends could miss it wasn't just the shadow on Harry's mind..
"Is Cho still mad at you?" Ron asked, taking a good guess at what it was.
"She's mad at him?" Hermione asked curiously.
"He mentioned Ginny," Ron said, winking at Hermione, who rolled her eyes.
"I don't know, I haven't spoken to her." Harry said, answering the original question.
"Well that's the first problem," Hermione said before Ron could say anything.
"What?" Both boys asked together.
"You haven't tried making up for it, have you?"
"Well, no. She was with Cedric the last time I saw her." Harry answered bitterly. Both Ron and Hermione looked to the side.
"What?" Harry asked, clearly missing something.
"Nothing," Ron said, surprising both Hermione and Harry.
"Anyway, Harry-" Hermione said, looking down, "If you want to make up with Cho, a good chance might be at the Firefly Festival."
"Wh-"
"Firefly Festival?!" Ron interrupted before Harry could question, "That's a festival for dead people, 'Mione. What good would that do him?"
Hermione glared at Ron, "Well put, Ron." and she looked back at Harry, "It is a festival where we send off lamps to guide spirits of passed away relatives, but it's also always a beautiful night and the lights are beautiful. I think it'd be a good time to try to make up."
Ron and Harry exchanged glances and shrugged. Hermione nodded, though looking a little disappointed.
Saturday, Summer 17
Harry spent much of the next week on his farm, and in the mountains. He made a couple more visits to the Harvest Elves, and talking once in awhile with Ron and Hermione. He had also successfully avoided Cho for the week, much to the dismay of Hermione- who held fast to the belief he shouldn't avoid her. Over the week, Raqui had started giving milk, and with the help of Ginny- Harry mastered milking, and could now do it without spilling anything, or getting kicked by the cow.
Today, before he could go to do his chores, Harry was greeted outside his house by Dumbledore.
"Good morning, Harry," Dumbledore greeted him jovially.
"Good morning, Sir." Harry said back.
"Tonight is the Firefly Festival," Dumbledore stated, his eyes sparkling, "As I'm sure Miss. Granger told you."
"Yeah," Harry nodded.
"Well, I hope to see you tonight at the beach. You'll get your firefly lamp when you arrive." Dumbledore beamed.
"Okay.."
"And I have something else to ask you," Dumbledore said, not leaving time for Harry to say anything, "If you see the person who has been haunting the shadows of our most recent festivals, don't stare obviously, but come and get me. Alright?"
"Uh-" Harry nodded sternly, "Alright, sir."
Harry spent most of the day wandering around the small pasture he had built for Raqui over the week. Occasionally talking aloud as he thought over what he would say to Cho, and why the shadowed figure would be at all the festivals. He was brought back down to earth suddenly, when Raqui came over and nibbled gently on his hand.
After petting Raqui, he went into the house to have a quick supper before heading down to the beach for the festival.
When Harry arrived at the beach, he seemed to be a little early. When he arrived, only Dumbledore, the old woman who had been trying to brighten spirits at the funeral of Harry's great grandfather, and the man the woman had been trying to make cheerful.
Dumbledore looked over at Harry, beaming. The woman looked over at him, smiling but in a stern manner. The other man glared at Harry from where he was, turning his hooked nose from the group.
"Welcome, Harry. The first person here," Dumbledore's eyes sparkled. "This is Minerva McGonagall, and Severus Snape."
"Hello," Minerva said, the first to greet Harry.
"Hello," Harry replied, shaking her hand.
"I'm the midwife, you may have seen my hut before. My granddaughter speaks of you fondly."
"Granddaughter?"
"Parvati." McGonagall smiled.
"Oh," Harry smiled sheepishly.
All eyes then turned to the Potions Master, who looked sourly back at them all. Lucky for them, some other people started show up at that awkward moment. First to arrive were the Weasley's, all nine of them. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley walked right over to the group Harry stood with, soon followed by their two eldest sons. Harry glanced over at the rest of the Weasleys, who seemed to be making fun of Ron, and broke off from the group.
"Hey Harry." Ron said grouchily, the first to greet him.
"Hi Ron." Harry replied.
"Well, nice to meet you Harry!" Said Fred from the side, grabbing Harry' hand and shaking it well over enthusiastically.
"Yes! Wonderful" Said George, taking Harry's other hand from the other side and shaking it.
Harry looked back and fourth between them, pulling his hands free, "Nice to meet you.."
"Fred." said George.
"George." said Fred.
Ron and Ginny both shook their heads at the side.
"Ok, that's enough." Ron and Ginny dragged Harry away from their brothers, and headed towards the dock.
Harry, Ron and Ginny stood on the dock talking as the rest of the village started arriving. Ginny went off to go stand with Colin, Luna and Neville when they arrived. And before much time passed, Hermione arrived and joined Ron and Harry on the dock.
"How are you both, this evening?" She asked brightly.
"Fine," both of her friends answered.
"Harry, do you plan to talk to Cho tonight?" Hermione asked curiously.
"Yeah." Harry nodded reluctantly.
"Well, she's here." Hermione noted, turning to look down at the beach.
Cho was indeed was on the beach, she was standing near the back by herself- looking out at all the other people, and looking thoughtful.
"Well?" Hermione said pointedly.
"What?" Harry looked from Cho to Hermione.
"Go!" Hermione said, giving Harry a push in the right direction.
"Hello.." Harry stammered when he got over to Cho.
"Hi Harry.." She returned, looking down and away from him..
"Erm.." Harry began slowly.
"Harry-" Cho interrupted, "I'm sorry about last week.."
"It's ok.."
"No, I'm really sorry." Cho looked up at him, smiling shyly.
Before Harry could say anything back, Dumbledore cleared his throat, and his magically magnified voice spoke to the crowd, "Now that everyone is here, you may all come get your firefly lights. Don't forget what this festival is about, send off family and friends peacefully."
Harry offered to get Cho her light, and going over to Dumbledore, got two.
"Here." Harry said, handing Cho her lamp. The lamps were made of fine pink paper, shaped beautifully to resemble flowers. And inside them was a strange but beautiful luminous stone, that made the whole flower glow.
"Thank you," Cho took the lamp, and looked up at the sky silently.
Harry, unsure really what to do, looked down at his lamp and took a little time to think about his great grandfather, who had owned his farm. After a couple minutes of many of the villagers being quiet, the chatter started up again. Harry looked up to see some people setting there lamps on the water, and still not entirely sure hat to do, he looked at Cho.
Cho looked back at him and smiled, "We don't float them yet."
Harry looked back at her, surprised she knew what he was thinking.
"It's a beautiful night." She observed.
"It is." Harry agreed.
"Ok everyone," Came Dumbledore's voice, "It's time to float the lights."
Slowly, everyone moved to the shore, and after releasing their lights onto the water stepped back and looked thoughtfully at them as the floated out over the ocean. Harry and Cho let their lights go together, and stepped back, looking at each other. Harry was happy he had finally talked to her.
Just then, behind Cho, something caught Harry's eye. In the shadows below the dock was the shadowy shape of a person in a cloak, and the fierce, blood red eyes beamed out- looking in another direction. Harry carefully glanced in the direction and noticed, for the first time, Cedric was at the festival. Upon glancing back at the shadow, it was looking right at him. So, trying to act normal, he looked back at Cho.
"I need to go talk to Dumbledore," He said, trying to look somewhat cheerful.
"What for?" Cho asked, seeming a bit put off that he had been looking around and then wanted to see Dumbledore when he was talking with her.
"I'll be back in a minute.." Harry said, turning around and walking towards Dumbledore.
Dumbledore stood talking to McGonagall happily, but looked over her shoulder at Harry, "Ah, Harry. How is the festival going?" Both he and McGonagall beamed at Harry- they had obviously noticed him and Cho.
"Sir, the shadow-" Harry started, stopping there, unsure if it was ok to tell it in front of the midwife.
"Where?" Dumbledore said, looking stern rather suddenly.
But then there was a scream from near the dock, all those who remained at the festival turned to look. Hermione and Ron were standing behind Cho, who was now sitting in the sand looking rather afraid- over them loomed the dark figure with red eyes.
Dumbledore, McGonagall and Mr. Weasley were the first to get over to the three. The figure extended a long arm, in it a wand. The wand waved through the air, and a dry voice rasped "Stupefy!" And with a side slash, a red beam of light shot at all those near by..
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Muhahaha.. First attempt at a Cliffhanger! Isn't it just awesome? I hope this was worth the wait. This all takes up four pages of normal paper with size 10 font. And it's taken me a couple days to write. Hopefully I'll be able to get in chapter 10 before school starts again. You don't realize how often you use some names until you use Microsoft Word and it underlines all possible mistakes. And it's not as long as I had hoped, but it'll do :)
AnimeLuver: I have no immediate plans to kill of Cedric, but I am making no promises. Ok, chances are he won't be killed off. Even less likely is Cho.
Strim: The one reviewer who is likely to stick around. You know too much about the plot to be letting on what you think may happen and what things mean. I can't remember anymore if I was going to have someone die.
To let you all know, since it's been about 4 months, I remember the basic plot but not many specifics. Such as who I had planned to do what in this chapter, and who may or may not die in this. My computer was recently reset so I don't have the chapter 9 I started way back in September either, so bear with me.
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Saturday, Summer 10
Harry lay on his bed, staring up at the ceiling of his little house. He had a lot to think about after Dumbledore talking to him, and seeing Cho with Cedric. He knew both things on his mind must have happened before, it was only logical. Dumbledore knew of the shadow haunting the festivals, and Cho and Cedric had seen the goddess together- or so he assumed.
He groaned as he finally stumbled out of his bed. He swallowed a quick breakfast, and glanced at the calendar before heading out into the field. He sprinkled water over the nearly grown tomatoes, and the slowly growing corn- kneeling down to inspect them. For once he smiled to see they were coming along good and healthy.
Something found in the chicken coop also brightened Harry's day. Following Tao's example, both Crinkl and Mika had laid an egg, all three of the hatchlings feathers finally the permanent snowy white. Harry gently pet the four hens as he passed them to collect the eggs, nearly stepping on Tomi in the process. Then, after filling their food and water dishes, headed to check on Raqui.
There was less to be thrilled about once he entered the barn, Raqui had wandered to the back and had somehow managed to get to the store of fodder. Harry jumped and sauntered to the back of the barn, and grabbing Raqui by the belled collar pulled her back away from the fodder.
"Reparo!" He said, pointing his wand at the broken door. And then, shaking his head turned back to the misbehaved cow. Raqui looked back at Harry with big, innocent eyes only a baby can have. Harry sighed and led Raqui back to her stall, filled her water trough and was out of there.
After wandering away from his farm, Harry found himself on the left side of the town. After realizing where he was, he remembered he had yet to meet the "Potions Master", and see his shop- before he remembered last time he tired he found it was closed on a weekend, and it was indeed a weekend once more.
Lo and behold, he ends up in a common place for seeing his friends- the library. Hermione was at her desk by the door, reading a giant book rather tensely. Harry ignored her and walked over to the table usually occupied by Parvati, but was at the moment occupied by a sleeping Ron.
Harry held back a laugh and prodded his sleeping friend on the shoulder, "Don't get too excited."
"Mhmm?" Ron lifted his head and looked sleepily at Harry.
"That bored?"
"Mhm." Ron nodded slowly, before really opening his eyes.
"Why are you here to nap?" Harry questioned, sitting down across from Ron.
"No reason, I was just here." Ron said, sounding rather defensive. Harry knew better but said nothing.
Hermione got up and came over to the table, dropping her book onto it. Ron jumped, as he was still half on the table, and both he and Harry looked at Hermione inquisitively.
"What were you looking up today?" Harry asked.
"Nothing, really." Hermione answered, looking at her two friends. Ron looked back with pillow creases on his cheek from laying on his sleeve. Hermione clucked her tongue to herself and shook her head, then looking at Harry- making the observation that something was wrong.
"What's wrong, Harry?" Hermione asked.
"Just thinking," Harry said honestly.
"What did Dumbledore say yesterday?" Hermione asked suddenly, just remembering. Ron sat up more when she asked, clearly interested.
"He knows the Shadow's been at the festivals." Harry said, trying to think back, "He wanted to know if it had done anything."
"Did it?" Ron asked stupidly.
"You'd have known if it did, I'd guess." Harry said, "Or, if it did anything other than look around."
"What was it looking at?" Hermione questioned.
"It looked at Dumbledore, Cedric, Cho and me." Harry answered.
Hermione looked down at her book, thinking for a moment, "Didn't you say the Goddess told you those three had also seen her?"
"And the shadow, yes.." Harry said, not understanding at first, "Wait- what could that have to do with it?"
"I don't know." Hermione concluded.
The conversation slowly turned around to what else was bugging Harry, because neither of his friends could miss it wasn't just the shadow on Harry's mind..
"Is Cho still mad at you?" Ron asked, taking a good guess at what it was.
"She's mad at him?" Hermione asked curiously.
"He mentioned Ginny," Ron said, winking at Hermione, who rolled her eyes.
"I don't know, I haven't spoken to her." Harry said, answering the original question.
"Well that's the first problem," Hermione said before Ron could say anything.
"What?" Both boys asked together.
"You haven't tried making up for it, have you?"
"Well, no. She was with Cedric the last time I saw her." Harry answered bitterly. Both Ron and Hermione looked to the side.
"What?" Harry asked, clearly missing something.
"Nothing," Ron said, surprising both Hermione and Harry.
"Anyway, Harry-" Hermione said, looking down, "If you want to make up with Cho, a good chance might be at the Firefly Festival."
"Wh-"
"Firefly Festival?!" Ron interrupted before Harry could question, "That's a festival for dead people, 'Mione. What good would that do him?"
Hermione glared at Ron, "Well put, Ron." and she looked back at Harry, "It is a festival where we send off lamps to guide spirits of passed away relatives, but it's also always a beautiful night and the lights are beautiful. I think it'd be a good time to try to make up."
Ron and Harry exchanged glances and shrugged. Hermione nodded, though looking a little disappointed.
Saturday, Summer 17
Harry spent much of the next week on his farm, and in the mountains. He made a couple more visits to the Harvest Elves, and talking once in awhile with Ron and Hermione. He had also successfully avoided Cho for the week, much to the dismay of Hermione- who held fast to the belief he shouldn't avoid her. Over the week, Raqui had started giving milk, and with the help of Ginny- Harry mastered milking, and could now do it without spilling anything, or getting kicked by the cow.
Today, before he could go to do his chores, Harry was greeted outside his house by Dumbledore.
"Good morning, Harry," Dumbledore greeted him jovially.
"Good morning, Sir." Harry said back.
"Tonight is the Firefly Festival," Dumbledore stated, his eyes sparkling, "As I'm sure Miss. Granger told you."
"Yeah," Harry nodded.
"Well, I hope to see you tonight at the beach. You'll get your firefly lamp when you arrive." Dumbledore beamed.
"Okay.."
"And I have something else to ask you," Dumbledore said, not leaving time for Harry to say anything, "If you see the person who has been haunting the shadows of our most recent festivals, don't stare obviously, but come and get me. Alright?"
"Uh-" Harry nodded sternly, "Alright, sir."
Harry spent most of the day wandering around the small pasture he had built for Raqui over the week. Occasionally talking aloud as he thought over what he would say to Cho, and why the shadowed figure would be at all the festivals. He was brought back down to earth suddenly, when Raqui came over and nibbled gently on his hand.
After petting Raqui, he went into the house to have a quick supper before heading down to the beach for the festival.
When Harry arrived at the beach, he seemed to be a little early. When he arrived, only Dumbledore, the old woman who had been trying to brighten spirits at the funeral of Harry's great grandfather, and the man the woman had been trying to make cheerful.
Dumbledore looked over at Harry, beaming. The woman looked over at him, smiling but in a stern manner. The other man glared at Harry from where he was, turning his hooked nose from the group.
"Welcome, Harry. The first person here," Dumbledore's eyes sparkled. "This is Minerva McGonagall, and Severus Snape."
"Hello," Minerva said, the first to greet Harry.
"Hello," Harry replied, shaking her hand.
"I'm the midwife, you may have seen my hut before. My granddaughter speaks of you fondly."
"Granddaughter?"
"Parvati." McGonagall smiled.
"Oh," Harry smiled sheepishly.
All eyes then turned to the Potions Master, who looked sourly back at them all. Lucky for them, some other people started show up at that awkward moment. First to arrive were the Weasley's, all nine of them. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley walked right over to the group Harry stood with, soon followed by their two eldest sons. Harry glanced over at the rest of the Weasleys, who seemed to be making fun of Ron, and broke off from the group.
"Hey Harry." Ron said grouchily, the first to greet him.
"Hi Ron." Harry replied.
"Well, nice to meet you Harry!" Said Fred from the side, grabbing Harry' hand and shaking it well over enthusiastically.
"Yes! Wonderful" Said George, taking Harry's other hand from the other side and shaking it.
Harry looked back and fourth between them, pulling his hands free, "Nice to meet you.."
"Fred." said George.
"George." said Fred.
Ron and Ginny both shook their heads at the side.
"Ok, that's enough." Ron and Ginny dragged Harry away from their brothers, and headed towards the dock.
Harry, Ron and Ginny stood on the dock talking as the rest of the village started arriving. Ginny went off to go stand with Colin, Luna and Neville when they arrived. And before much time passed, Hermione arrived and joined Ron and Harry on the dock.
"How are you both, this evening?" She asked brightly.
"Fine," both of her friends answered.
"Harry, do you plan to talk to Cho tonight?" Hermione asked curiously.
"Yeah." Harry nodded reluctantly.
"Well, she's here." Hermione noted, turning to look down at the beach.
Cho was indeed was on the beach, she was standing near the back by herself- looking out at all the other people, and looking thoughtful.
"Well?" Hermione said pointedly.
"What?" Harry looked from Cho to Hermione.
"Go!" Hermione said, giving Harry a push in the right direction.
"Hello.." Harry stammered when he got over to Cho.
"Hi Harry.." She returned, looking down and away from him..
"Erm.." Harry began slowly.
"Harry-" Cho interrupted, "I'm sorry about last week.."
"It's ok.."
"No, I'm really sorry." Cho looked up at him, smiling shyly.
Before Harry could say anything back, Dumbledore cleared his throat, and his magically magnified voice spoke to the crowd, "Now that everyone is here, you may all come get your firefly lights. Don't forget what this festival is about, send off family and friends peacefully."
Harry offered to get Cho her light, and going over to Dumbledore, got two.
"Here." Harry said, handing Cho her lamp. The lamps were made of fine pink paper, shaped beautifully to resemble flowers. And inside them was a strange but beautiful luminous stone, that made the whole flower glow.
"Thank you," Cho took the lamp, and looked up at the sky silently.
Harry, unsure really what to do, looked down at his lamp and took a little time to think about his great grandfather, who had owned his farm. After a couple minutes of many of the villagers being quiet, the chatter started up again. Harry looked up to see some people setting there lamps on the water, and still not entirely sure hat to do, he looked at Cho.
Cho looked back at him and smiled, "We don't float them yet."
Harry looked back at her, surprised she knew what he was thinking.
"It's a beautiful night." She observed.
"It is." Harry agreed.
"Ok everyone," Came Dumbledore's voice, "It's time to float the lights."
Slowly, everyone moved to the shore, and after releasing their lights onto the water stepped back and looked thoughtfully at them as the floated out over the ocean. Harry and Cho let their lights go together, and stepped back, looking at each other. Harry was happy he had finally talked to her.
Just then, behind Cho, something caught Harry's eye. In the shadows below the dock was the shadowy shape of a person in a cloak, and the fierce, blood red eyes beamed out- looking in another direction. Harry carefully glanced in the direction and noticed, for the first time, Cedric was at the festival. Upon glancing back at the shadow, it was looking right at him. So, trying to act normal, he looked back at Cho.
"I need to go talk to Dumbledore," He said, trying to look somewhat cheerful.
"What for?" Cho asked, seeming a bit put off that he had been looking around and then wanted to see Dumbledore when he was talking with her.
"I'll be back in a minute.." Harry said, turning around and walking towards Dumbledore.
Dumbledore stood talking to McGonagall happily, but looked over her shoulder at Harry, "Ah, Harry. How is the festival going?" Both he and McGonagall beamed at Harry- they had obviously noticed him and Cho.
"Sir, the shadow-" Harry started, stopping there, unsure if it was ok to tell it in front of the midwife.
"Where?" Dumbledore said, looking stern rather suddenly.
But then there was a scream from near the dock, all those who remained at the festival turned to look. Hermione and Ron were standing behind Cho, who was now sitting in the sand looking rather afraid- over them loomed the dark figure with red eyes.
Dumbledore, McGonagall and Mr. Weasley were the first to get over to the three. The figure extended a long arm, in it a wand. The wand waved through the air, and a dry voice rasped "Stupefy!" And with a side slash, a red beam of light shot at all those near by..
~*~
Muhahaha.. First attempt at a Cliffhanger! Isn't it just awesome? I hope this was worth the wait. This all takes up four pages of normal paper with size 10 font. And it's taken me a couple days to write. Hopefully I'll be able to get in chapter 10 before school starts again. You don't realize how often you use some names until you use Microsoft Word and it underlines all possible mistakes. And it's not as long as I had hoped, but it'll do :)