Author's Note: This story is writing itself. I had it all planned out, and, when I start writing, it writes itself! The thoughts are all in parentheses since I can't HTML and my text thing won't do italics! If anyone can tell me how to HTML I'll be eternally grateful. Send me an owl at Oreo8814@aol.com for that and other comments. I like campfires, so go on and send me flames!
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine, but it's probably not yours either, so get off my back! Actually, I do own Professor Hollie Bright. As one person has noticed, yes, the idea of an eight-legged stallion with a skull for a head came from Ms.Diane Duane. I just think the idea is really freaky...
My, as always, mood-setting quote:
"When the beating of your heart
Echoes the beating of the drum
There is a life about to start!
When tomorrow comes!"
Do You Hear The People Sing?, Les Miserables
The man ran through the forest, feeling the burning of evil all around him...He knew what he could not see would try to find him, but he knew he must make the attack fail...Someone who he loved was in danger, greater than ever before...
In the Forbidden Forest, a dark haired man ran, slowing down as he got closer too...what? He couldn't remember. The pain! Oh! Too painful, evil all around...
The strange man fell to the forest floor.
~
"He has not made any advances. And that is what worries me," said Professor Dumbledore, looking at the teachers. "We are going to have to challenge. I believe, though, that he will fight back ten times as powerful than if he had challenged us. As the Muggles would put it, this is Mission Impossible."
It had been only two days since Severus Snape had taken his last breath, yet Hogwarts was very different. All of Hogwarts and most of their belongings were in the Great Hall, who's windows had been boarded up and had been divided into 10 rooms, two for each house and two for the teachers. Besides the physical changes, it had become quieter. Most of the students went around looking worried, but the Slytherins seemed, well, almost happy. The teachers, especially Professor Dumbledore, went around looking tired and were on watch duty for their twelve hour shift; in war council for about three hours a day; learning complex, illegal defense spells for battle; or asleep.
~
Of the Gryffindors, Harry Potter seemed the most upset. It's my fault, was the train of thought that Harry had for most of the day. Nobody else has defeated Voldemort except me, so that's who he's after. All Hogwarts is going to die because of me.
"Don't flatter yourself, Potter."
Harry turned around and saw a misty figure looking like Snape.
"Y-you're a ghost!"
"Brilliant. He's not after you; he's after all of Hogwarts. The teachers here are some of the most brilliant wizards alive. Professor Dumbledore is the most powerful wizard. Professor Trelawney is claimed to be a very powerful Seer. Professor McGonagall is currently the only Animagus alive. I could keep going, too. So, don't flatter yourself saying he's after you."
The mist faded, and after a few seconds, Harry couldn't see him any more.
~
All of the professors hurried into one if the makeshift rooms for an emergency meeting.
"We are attacking. At midnight tonight, could all professors fighting come in here, we will quickly discuss the battle plan, we will be attacking at dawn tomorrow."
The staff fell into a thick silence, and stayed like that for the rest of the day.
~
(Figures, tonight, of all night, I have watch duty) thought Minerva, after the battle session let out at one. Yawning, she took her post in the Astronomy Tower. If only she could sleep...
Two hours into her shift, she woke up. Judging from the moon's position, it was about three. But why had she woken up?
A blast of light suddenly shot out of the darkness.
(Oh no.)
A high evil laughter broke the silence.
(Why did I fall asleep? He's out there, attacking!)
Muttering "Lumos," Minerva stared out into the darkness.
(Oh no.)
Voldemort's troops were advancing, and if they were this close, they must have been marching for about an hour. Fumbling with the alarm switch Dunbledore had installed, she wondered what they were going to do. Could anything they do make any difference? There were spells flying all through the air, and the library annex, she could see, was already fatally damaged.
~
The sound of alarm bells rang through the castle.
"What in the name of Merlin?" murmured Professor Dumbledore as he heard the bells. "What is that-" The alarm bells. An attack! He looked out of the skylight he had put in and saw the light of spells flying through the light. (It may be to late, if they're already hexing us...Who is on duty?)
~
(Is help ever going to come?) wondered Minerva. She was unable to leave the tower; it was barred from the inside so He could not get in. The alarm bells must have been ringing for at least five minutes. She ducked another curse, then sent out one of her own. (Is anyone ever coming?) Another curse hit her, the third one. (Am I going to survive?) she thought, doubling over from pain. Another curse hit her, the last one she could take. On the look out tower, the professor of Transfiguration fainted.
~
"Hollie. Go to the lookout to see what's going on and get Minerva down!"
Professor Dumbledore opened the boarded up doors of the Great Hall, and she ran out.
She climbed the stairs to the lookout tower, and found...
A/N: Sorry so short. What did they find? You'll find out in the next chapter!
Do people know who Dr. Laura Sleschinger (SP?) is? That may seem odd, but you'll find out why I'm asking-in the next chapter!
Do any fan fic writers live near Chicago? (I'm not stalking you, I just want to know I'm not alone!)
Does any one read my stories? How will I know if I should keep on writing or stop and just review if you don't review! So do that much!
Oreo the Cookie-Have you ever found 'Car' written on me? I think that was fake and nobody ever found it!
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine, but it's probably not yours either, so get off my back! Actually, I do own Professor Hollie Bright. As one person has noticed, yes, the idea of an eight-legged stallion with a skull for a head came from Ms.Diane Duane. I just think the idea is really freaky...
My, as always, mood-setting quote:
"When the beating of your heart
Echoes the beating of the drum
There is a life about to start!
When tomorrow comes!"
Do You Hear The People Sing?, Les Miserables
The man ran through the forest, feeling the burning of evil all around him...He knew what he could not see would try to find him, but he knew he must make the attack fail...Someone who he loved was in danger, greater than ever before...
In the Forbidden Forest, a dark haired man ran, slowing down as he got closer too...what? He couldn't remember. The pain! Oh! Too painful, evil all around...
The strange man fell to the forest floor.
~
"He has not made any advances. And that is what worries me," said Professor Dumbledore, looking at the teachers. "We are going to have to challenge. I believe, though, that he will fight back ten times as powerful than if he had challenged us. As the Muggles would put it, this is Mission Impossible."
It had been only two days since Severus Snape had taken his last breath, yet Hogwarts was very different. All of Hogwarts and most of their belongings were in the Great Hall, who's windows had been boarded up and had been divided into 10 rooms, two for each house and two for the teachers. Besides the physical changes, it had become quieter. Most of the students went around looking worried, but the Slytherins seemed, well, almost happy. The teachers, especially Professor Dumbledore, went around looking tired and were on watch duty for their twelve hour shift; in war council for about three hours a day; learning complex, illegal defense spells for battle; or asleep.
~
Of the Gryffindors, Harry Potter seemed the most upset. It's my fault, was the train of thought that Harry had for most of the day. Nobody else has defeated Voldemort except me, so that's who he's after. All Hogwarts is going to die because of me.
"Don't flatter yourself, Potter."
Harry turned around and saw a misty figure looking like Snape.
"Y-you're a ghost!"
"Brilliant. He's not after you; he's after all of Hogwarts. The teachers here are some of the most brilliant wizards alive. Professor Dumbledore is the most powerful wizard. Professor Trelawney is claimed to be a very powerful Seer. Professor McGonagall is currently the only Animagus alive. I could keep going, too. So, don't flatter yourself saying he's after you."
The mist faded, and after a few seconds, Harry couldn't see him any more.
~
All of the professors hurried into one if the makeshift rooms for an emergency meeting.
"We are attacking. At midnight tonight, could all professors fighting come in here, we will quickly discuss the battle plan, we will be attacking at dawn tomorrow."
The staff fell into a thick silence, and stayed like that for the rest of the day.
~
(Figures, tonight, of all night, I have watch duty) thought Minerva, after the battle session let out at one. Yawning, she took her post in the Astronomy Tower. If only she could sleep...
Two hours into her shift, she woke up. Judging from the moon's position, it was about three. But why had she woken up?
A blast of light suddenly shot out of the darkness.
(Oh no.)
A high evil laughter broke the silence.
(Why did I fall asleep? He's out there, attacking!)
Muttering "Lumos," Minerva stared out into the darkness.
(Oh no.)
Voldemort's troops were advancing, and if they were this close, they must have been marching for about an hour. Fumbling with the alarm switch Dunbledore had installed, she wondered what they were going to do. Could anything they do make any difference? There were spells flying all through the air, and the library annex, she could see, was already fatally damaged.
~
The sound of alarm bells rang through the castle.
"What in the name of Merlin?" murmured Professor Dumbledore as he heard the bells. "What is that-" The alarm bells. An attack! He looked out of the skylight he had put in and saw the light of spells flying through the light. (It may be to late, if they're already hexing us...Who is on duty?)
~
(Is help ever going to come?) wondered Minerva. She was unable to leave the tower; it was barred from the inside so He could not get in. The alarm bells must have been ringing for at least five minutes. She ducked another curse, then sent out one of her own. (Is anyone ever coming?) Another curse hit her, the third one. (Am I going to survive?) she thought, doubling over from pain. Another curse hit her, the last one she could take. On the look out tower, the professor of Transfiguration fainted.
~
"Hollie. Go to the lookout to see what's going on and get Minerva down!"
Professor Dumbledore opened the boarded up doors of the Great Hall, and she ran out.
She climbed the stairs to the lookout tower, and found...
A/N: Sorry so short. What did they find? You'll find out in the next chapter!
Do people know who Dr. Laura Sleschinger (SP?) is? That may seem odd, but you'll find out why I'm asking-in the next chapter!
Do any fan fic writers live near Chicago? (I'm not stalking you, I just want to know I'm not alone!)
Does any one read my stories? How will I know if I should keep on writing or stop and just review if you don't review! So do that much!
Oreo the Cookie-Have you ever found 'Car' written on me? I think that was fake and nobody ever found it!