Hullo!
This is my first Harry Potter fanfic...
I love the series, and have just finished the fourth book!!!!
'vuelve que me felta el agle si tu no estas'
come back because i feel the air leave me if your not here
Disclaimers: No...as much as I would have liked to, I do not
own Harry Potter, that priviledge goes to the wonderful J.K.
Rowling! I WISH that she'd be able to finish the fifth book
soon!!!
Claimers: I do own the idea for this story however!!! ^_^
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Mother's Hope
Prologue
Chibi-Anon (chibianon_ymous@hotmail.com)
December 20, 2000
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It was Harry's sixth year at Hogwarts Academy. His coal black
hair had finally straightened out somewhat, and his green eyes
were just as bright as ever. He had grown to be six feet tall,
and slightly built, he was no longer a skinny, short, underfed
boy; he was a young man.
Then there was of course, the scar. The ugly and memorable scar
on his forehead. The work of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named,
Voldemort.
In his fourth year in Hogwarts, Voldemort had finally risen from
his slumber. Both worlds, especially the muggles were in danger
if Voldemort succeeded in destroying the only lines of defence
against him, then all would be lost.
Harry had almost believed for a second that... Voldemort might
succeeded in destroying Good. But it hadn't happened. He,
Harry, had stopped Voldemort that night in the cememtery, but it
had cost Cedric Diggory, his life....
He swore to himself that whatever it took, he'd end Voldemort's
reign of terror if it was the last thing that he did. They had
a bond through their magic, something that Voldemort had dared
take advantage of.
There were times when Harry had wanted to give up. Life as a
muggle never agreed with him, especially when he lived with the
Dursleys. And life in the wizarding world wasn't all that
perfect either. There were many people who didn't trust him
because of his connection with Voldemort, and there were the
supporters of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named in the school too.
The one thing that really kept him going was the thought of his
parents. They died to save him from Voldemort. His mother,
loved him so much that it had saved him... a love like that
could not be broken, even after death.
Harry Potter was still protected by his parents, he had had
proof of that everytime he was faced with an obstacle,
especially that night in the cemetery... his parents' images had
come out of Voldemort's wand.... they encouraged him to do what
was right, despite the obstacles.
"Malfoy..." Harry whispered, Draco Malfoy, a large thorn in his
backside. And there was Lucius Malfoy, Draco's father, although
pretending to have only been a puppet of Voldemort's devices, he
was still loyal to his master.
"HEY POTTER! What do you think you're doing in the halls?! Off
to do no good I 'spect!"
"Shut up Malfoy... it's not any of your business..."
"I think it is! I'm going to report this to Professor Snape,
he'll know how to deal with you." Malfoy ran off into the
darkness. Harry swore to himself, he was an idiot to be out
here at this hour... but there was something that compelled him
to do it.
Malfoy was no where in sight now, off to find Snape, to get
Harry into trouble again. Not wanting to get into any trouble,
Harry left the corridors.
Instead, on an impulse, he walked into the garden.
"Now why did I come here?" He asked himself. Just as there was
no reason for him to be out in the halls at midnight, there was
no reason for him to be out in the open at the garden.
He heard a slight movement near the stone statue fountain.
"I wonder what that could be?" As he got closer to the statue
he saw something at the base of it. It could have been a ghost,
it looked so pale, and the robes it wore looked to be a
shimmering white.
When he was actually by the figure, he saw that it was a young
girl. Her robes were not white, but a pale blue, with hints of
silver thread embroidery. Her face was almost completely
covered by her long blonde hair, her face was rosey, and it was
VERY pale. Thinking that she may be.... dead, Harry touched her
cheek.
"Warm... that's good." He found her wrist and checked for a
pulse, it was faint, but definitely there. He hefted her into
his arms and thought to bring her into the infirmary.
Unfortunately, he wasn't able to get there directly.
"Potter! What do you think you're doing?! Up past midnight! I
can't believe that they made YOU a prefect! Breaking the rules
left and right, ever since you got here." Snape screamed.
"But sir... you see... I.... found this girl...she's...." Harry
wasn't able to complete his sentence.
"I see Potter... so you were out to rendevouz with your
girlfriend now.... well then... we'll see what Dumbledore has to
say about this!" Snape had Harry walk towards Dumbledore's
office, still carrying the girl, who seemed to be unconcious.
"Gumdrops." Snape said, and the secret passage swung open.
"All right Potter, in you go, and be watch your steps... I'm
right behind you." Harry nodded his head, what else could he
do?
"Hello again Harry... Snape... why don't you call on Madame
Pomfrey? She'll be needed here..." Snape started to stutter.
"This young lady here, needs some medical attention, I'm sure
that whatever it is that you think that Harry has been up to can
wait till later...." Snape muttered to himself how unfair it
was, but obediently went to get Madame Pomfrey.
"Well now Harry... do you know who this is?" Dumbledore's eyes
twinkled, Harry had no idea what he meant.
"No sir, not in the slightest."
"Well then, I suppose that we'll have to wait and find out."
Madame Pomfrey made it up the stairs with a great puff.
"Dumbledore? What's happened? Professor Snape seemed pretty
angry, but he said that it was imperative that I come up to your
office as quickly...." Her eyes fell on the girl. "Oh my! We
must get her to the infirmary at once!" Harry nodded and
followed Madame Pomfrey, with Dumbledore behind them.
After a few grueling moments, Madame Pomfrey completed her task
and told Harry and Dumbledore that the young lady was awake at
last, and would be able to answer a few questions. Now that her
eyes were open, Harry could see that they were emerald green.
"Well then... miss... you seem to have had a rough night...
would you like to tell us your name and what happened?"
Dumbledore asked.
Slowly, she nodded.
"My name is Nidosaki Suzuran from Tokyo..... but here, my name
is Rose Smith." Dumbledore nodded, something flickered in the
corner of his eyes, recognition?
"How did you arrive here?" Dumbledore questioned cautiously.
"I don't really know... that part is fuzzy. But if you're
thinking that I'm a muggle, you're wrong..." Dumbledore stood
stunned for a second, and chuckled.
"Well, I certainly didn't think that Ms. Smith." She smiled.
"It's Rose, please. I don't really remember much of anything...
but I do know that I was supposed to be sent to Hogwart's
Academy to complete my education. Didn't you get the letter?"
Dumbledore shook his head. "Oh dear... I'm sorry, but I'm sure
if you wait another day or two... it will arrive... I'm sorry to
be a burden." She glanced over at Harry, who hadn't said a word
all this time.
"You're no burden, I assure you.... we'll SORT everything out
tomorrow. Don't worry." What had Dumbledore meant by that?
There was more to it than that.
"Uh sir... not to intrude or anything... but where is Rose going
to stay while she's here?"
"Well, for now, I'm sure Madame Pomfrey will have to agree that
she needs to stay here for awhile, and I do not want anyone else
finding out about her just yet." Madame Pomfrey nodded, and
scooted them out of the room.
"Sir? What do I do now?" Harry asked.
"Sleep Harry... get some sleep, you'll need it in the morning...
you are a prefect after all, you need to set a model example."
Harry nodded. "Now off with you... you can come and see how
she's feeling tomorrow after classes."
Harry left, wondering, who was this pale girl, and where did she
come from?
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AHA!
Done this!!!
BOOYA!!!
^_^
I need reviews!!! I need e-mail!!!
This is my first Harry Potter fanfic...
I love the series, and have just finished the fourth book!!!!
'vuelve que me felta el agle si tu no estas'
come back because i feel the air leave me if your not here
Disclaimers: No...as much as I would have liked to, I do not
own Harry Potter, that priviledge goes to the wonderful J.K.
Rowling! I WISH that she'd be able to finish the fifth book
soon!!!
Claimers: I do own the idea for this story however!!! ^_^
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Mother's Hope
Prologue
Chibi-Anon (chibianon_ymous@hotmail.com)
December 20, 2000
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
It was Harry's sixth year at Hogwarts Academy. His coal black
hair had finally straightened out somewhat, and his green eyes
were just as bright as ever. He had grown to be six feet tall,
and slightly built, he was no longer a skinny, short, underfed
boy; he was a young man.
Then there was of course, the scar. The ugly and memorable scar
on his forehead. The work of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named,
Voldemort.
In his fourth year in Hogwarts, Voldemort had finally risen from
his slumber. Both worlds, especially the muggles were in danger
if Voldemort succeeded in destroying the only lines of defence
against him, then all would be lost.
Harry had almost believed for a second that... Voldemort might
succeeded in destroying Good. But it hadn't happened. He,
Harry, had stopped Voldemort that night in the cememtery, but it
had cost Cedric Diggory, his life....
He swore to himself that whatever it took, he'd end Voldemort's
reign of terror if it was the last thing that he did. They had
a bond through their magic, something that Voldemort had dared
take advantage of.
There were times when Harry had wanted to give up. Life as a
muggle never agreed with him, especially when he lived with the
Dursleys. And life in the wizarding world wasn't all that
perfect either. There were many people who didn't trust him
because of his connection with Voldemort, and there were the
supporters of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named in the school too.
The one thing that really kept him going was the thought of his
parents. They died to save him from Voldemort. His mother,
loved him so much that it had saved him... a love like that
could not be broken, even after death.
Harry Potter was still protected by his parents, he had had
proof of that everytime he was faced with an obstacle,
especially that night in the cemetery... his parents' images had
come out of Voldemort's wand.... they encouraged him to do what
was right, despite the obstacles.
"Malfoy..." Harry whispered, Draco Malfoy, a large thorn in his
backside. And there was Lucius Malfoy, Draco's father, although
pretending to have only been a puppet of Voldemort's devices, he
was still loyal to his master.
"HEY POTTER! What do you think you're doing in the halls?! Off
to do no good I 'spect!"
"Shut up Malfoy... it's not any of your business..."
"I think it is! I'm going to report this to Professor Snape,
he'll know how to deal with you." Malfoy ran off into the
darkness. Harry swore to himself, he was an idiot to be out
here at this hour... but there was something that compelled him
to do it.
Malfoy was no where in sight now, off to find Snape, to get
Harry into trouble again. Not wanting to get into any trouble,
Harry left the corridors.
Instead, on an impulse, he walked into the garden.
"Now why did I come here?" He asked himself. Just as there was
no reason for him to be out in the halls at midnight, there was
no reason for him to be out in the open at the garden.
He heard a slight movement near the stone statue fountain.
"I wonder what that could be?" As he got closer to the statue
he saw something at the base of it. It could have been a ghost,
it looked so pale, and the robes it wore looked to be a
shimmering white.
When he was actually by the figure, he saw that it was a young
girl. Her robes were not white, but a pale blue, with hints of
silver thread embroidery. Her face was almost completely
covered by her long blonde hair, her face was rosey, and it was
VERY pale. Thinking that she may be.... dead, Harry touched her
cheek.
"Warm... that's good." He found her wrist and checked for a
pulse, it was faint, but definitely there. He hefted her into
his arms and thought to bring her into the infirmary.
Unfortunately, he wasn't able to get there directly.
"Potter! What do you think you're doing?! Up past midnight! I
can't believe that they made YOU a prefect! Breaking the rules
left and right, ever since you got here." Snape screamed.
"But sir... you see... I.... found this girl...she's...." Harry
wasn't able to complete his sentence.
"I see Potter... so you were out to rendevouz with your
girlfriend now.... well then... we'll see what Dumbledore has to
say about this!" Snape had Harry walk towards Dumbledore's
office, still carrying the girl, who seemed to be unconcious.
"Gumdrops." Snape said, and the secret passage swung open.
"All right Potter, in you go, and be watch your steps... I'm
right behind you." Harry nodded his head, what else could he
do?
"Hello again Harry... Snape... why don't you call on Madame
Pomfrey? She'll be needed here..." Snape started to stutter.
"This young lady here, needs some medical attention, I'm sure
that whatever it is that you think that Harry has been up to can
wait till later...." Snape muttered to himself how unfair it
was, but obediently went to get Madame Pomfrey.
"Well now Harry... do you know who this is?" Dumbledore's eyes
twinkled, Harry had no idea what he meant.
"No sir, not in the slightest."
"Well then, I suppose that we'll have to wait and find out."
Madame Pomfrey made it up the stairs with a great puff.
"Dumbledore? What's happened? Professor Snape seemed pretty
angry, but he said that it was imperative that I come up to your
office as quickly...." Her eyes fell on the girl. "Oh my! We
must get her to the infirmary at once!" Harry nodded and
followed Madame Pomfrey, with Dumbledore behind them.
After a few grueling moments, Madame Pomfrey completed her task
and told Harry and Dumbledore that the young lady was awake at
last, and would be able to answer a few questions. Now that her
eyes were open, Harry could see that they were emerald green.
"Well then... miss... you seem to have had a rough night...
would you like to tell us your name and what happened?"
Dumbledore asked.
Slowly, she nodded.
"My name is Nidosaki Suzuran from Tokyo..... but here, my name
is Rose Smith." Dumbledore nodded, something flickered in the
corner of his eyes, recognition?
"How did you arrive here?" Dumbledore questioned cautiously.
"I don't really know... that part is fuzzy. But if you're
thinking that I'm a muggle, you're wrong..." Dumbledore stood
stunned for a second, and chuckled.
"Well, I certainly didn't think that Ms. Smith." She smiled.
"It's Rose, please. I don't really remember much of anything...
but I do know that I was supposed to be sent to Hogwart's
Academy to complete my education. Didn't you get the letter?"
Dumbledore shook his head. "Oh dear... I'm sorry, but I'm sure
if you wait another day or two... it will arrive... I'm sorry to
be a burden." She glanced over at Harry, who hadn't said a word
all this time.
"You're no burden, I assure you.... we'll SORT everything out
tomorrow. Don't worry." What had Dumbledore meant by that?
There was more to it than that.
"Uh sir... not to intrude or anything... but where is Rose going
to stay while she's here?"
"Well, for now, I'm sure Madame Pomfrey will have to agree that
she needs to stay here for awhile, and I do not want anyone else
finding out about her just yet." Madame Pomfrey nodded, and
scooted them out of the room.
"Sir? What do I do now?" Harry asked.
"Sleep Harry... get some sleep, you'll need it in the morning...
you are a prefect after all, you need to set a model example."
Harry nodded. "Now off with you... you can come and see how
she's feeling tomorrow after classes."
Harry left, wondering, who was this pale girl, and where did she
come from?
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AHA!
Done this!!!
BOOYA!!!
^_^
I need reviews!!! I need e-mail!!!