A/N- wow! People put me on their Author Alerts! hehe hmmm.. I trying to write three fics at once now... I am *actually* trying to write a sequel to AMF. It took me a couple of months to get over that writer's block. (I will re-submit the first chapter when I finish the second so you guys can check it out.) I am thinking of a songfic to write to the song 'It's a Sin' by Pet Shop Boys (80's group)... and there is White Shadow, my unique little story that will eventually send me to St. Mungo's in the end lol. Yea, and I was watching Dharma and Greg (I don't know if anywhere else but America gets that show b/c it's on ABC), but Dharma was reading some book called 'The Versatile Vagina'. (Great title I know, but it was on how to be a midwife) So she reads a passage out loud and Greg goes "Oh, is that the new Harry Potter Book?" grrrr! Yes, because cervixes are mentioned constantly in HP. OK this is a long A/N so read the story already!!
White Shadow -Chapter 3!
Disclaimer-It would be a GREAT Christmas present if Scholastic gave me all the rights to the HP characters, but as of now (and ever), I do not own them... BAH HUMBUG!
WHITE SHADOW CHAPTER 3
Harry woke up in a room of mirrors. All around him, his face reflected around him, unfocused and swaying.
"Sit down," a foreign voice said. "You are drained of energy." His reflections held out his glasses, but he didn't know which one was his actual reflection.
"Here." The unknown voice said once more, and his glasses were placed on his face. The world was still turning around him, but he knew he wasn't in a mirrored room. In actuality, he never moved at all. He was still in the cold cell at St. Mungo's. Harry looked up, his reflection was gone. He looked around the room to see a middle-aged man on the other side of the cell talking to Frank Longbottom. It was his dad! He couldn't, wouldn't believe it. 'Frank has cast a mind-altering spell on me by accident. That's what it has to be.' James Potter walked over towards Harry. Harry stayed back a distance.
"Harry," His father began. "I know you don't believe that I exist, but you have to believe me. You recognize my voice, don't you? From that night at the graveyard? You have to remember." Harry looked at the man that clamed to be his father. He didn't look alive, not at all. He was visible, but barely. He was transparent, but not like the ghosts at Hogwarts. He still had color to him. Almost like he placed an invisibility spell on himself, and failed halfway.
"What are you?" Harry asked, inwardly regretting it. (*A/N- well you wouldn't want that to be the first thing to say to your dead father!*)
"A figment." James answered. Harry gave him a questionable look.
"A figment is invisible to almost every person it meets, they are ghosts that roam aimlessly. Unlike the ghosts at Hogwarts, who choose to be ghosts, figments didn't. We roam the earth until we can fulfill what is undone in our previous lives."
"What haven't you done?" Harry asked with a solemn, but trustful look on his face.
"I haven't protected you." James said looking upwards. "Your mother," He paused, "She risked her life for you, and therefore lived her life fully. I was just killed by the Avada Kedavra Curse. Voldemort didn't just separate you from your mother and me. He separated all of us." James, although almost impossible to see had tears running down his face.
"You see Harry, I have to protect you, dangerous things are soon to happen." Harry's eyes widened at his father's statement. "Hogwarts, at this very moment is surrounded."
"What?!" Harry yelled, "I have to go now! I have to tell Dumbledore!"
"Wait!" James pleaded. "I have to come with you," Harry looked back at his father. He then looked in the shadowed corner Frank Longbottom looked at Harry. He slowly got up and walked across the room. He handed him his wand.
"Protect my son." He whispered. Frank handed Harry his wand, he then retreated back to his corner of the room. Harry sent up sparks. Harry, long with his father, waited for Dumbledore.
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A/N--- I know! I know! You are thinking, How can it take you so long to write such a SHORT chapter! All I can say is SORRY! I have been so busy, that I just found a minute of free time to write. I didn't want to leave people waiting anymore (b/c that's the thing I hate the most cliffhangers!) So I had to write something! O yea, I personally believe that if (yes, if!) ghosts existed, they roam the earth because of unfinished business, but I changed my 'beliefs' for the sake of the story. If your thoughts on ghosts are different, I am sorry. Next chapter, we will enter Hogwarts, and the battle of good and evil will commence. Adios! Review please!!
White Shadow -Chapter 3!
Disclaimer-It would be a GREAT Christmas present if Scholastic gave me all the rights to the HP characters, but as of now (and ever), I do not own them... BAH HUMBUG!
WHITE SHADOW CHAPTER 3
Harry woke up in a room of mirrors. All around him, his face reflected around him, unfocused and swaying.
"Sit down," a foreign voice said. "You are drained of energy." His reflections held out his glasses, but he didn't know which one was his actual reflection.
"Here." The unknown voice said once more, and his glasses were placed on his face. The world was still turning around him, but he knew he wasn't in a mirrored room. In actuality, he never moved at all. He was still in the cold cell at St. Mungo's. Harry looked up, his reflection was gone. He looked around the room to see a middle-aged man on the other side of the cell talking to Frank Longbottom. It was his dad! He couldn't, wouldn't believe it. 'Frank has cast a mind-altering spell on me by accident. That's what it has to be.' James Potter walked over towards Harry. Harry stayed back a distance.
"Harry," His father began. "I know you don't believe that I exist, but you have to believe me. You recognize my voice, don't you? From that night at the graveyard? You have to remember." Harry looked at the man that clamed to be his father. He didn't look alive, not at all. He was visible, but barely. He was transparent, but not like the ghosts at Hogwarts. He still had color to him. Almost like he placed an invisibility spell on himself, and failed halfway.
"What are you?" Harry asked, inwardly regretting it. (*A/N- well you wouldn't want that to be the first thing to say to your dead father!*)
"A figment." James answered. Harry gave him a questionable look.
"A figment is invisible to almost every person it meets, they are ghosts that roam aimlessly. Unlike the ghosts at Hogwarts, who choose to be ghosts, figments didn't. We roam the earth until we can fulfill what is undone in our previous lives."
"What haven't you done?" Harry asked with a solemn, but trustful look on his face.
"I haven't protected you." James said looking upwards. "Your mother," He paused, "She risked her life for you, and therefore lived her life fully. I was just killed by the Avada Kedavra Curse. Voldemort didn't just separate you from your mother and me. He separated all of us." James, although almost impossible to see had tears running down his face.
"You see Harry, I have to protect you, dangerous things are soon to happen." Harry's eyes widened at his father's statement. "Hogwarts, at this very moment is surrounded."
"What?!" Harry yelled, "I have to go now! I have to tell Dumbledore!"
"Wait!" James pleaded. "I have to come with you," Harry looked back at his father. He then looked in the shadowed corner Frank Longbottom looked at Harry. He slowly got up and walked across the room. He handed him his wand.
"Protect my son." He whispered. Frank handed Harry his wand, he then retreated back to his corner of the room. Harry sent up sparks. Harry, long with his father, waited for Dumbledore.
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A/N--- I know! I know! You are thinking, How can it take you so long to write such a SHORT chapter! All I can say is SORRY! I have been so busy, that I just found a minute of free time to write. I didn't want to leave people waiting anymore (b/c that's the thing I hate the most cliffhangers!) So I had to write something! O yea, I personally believe that if (yes, if!) ghosts existed, they roam the earth because of unfinished business, but I changed my 'beliefs' for the sake of the story. If your thoughts on ghosts are different, I am sorry. Next chapter, we will enter Hogwarts, and the battle of good and evil will commence. Adios! Review please!!