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| Hi. Alright. I'm going to try
to keep up with everything I've been doing, despite Katy's death. And,
that means trying to do my series. I'm still looking for a title, any
suggestions? Part 3 Harry blearily opened his eyes. Immediately he was bombarded with pain in his head. Slowly, he put a hand to his head and looked around. Harry seemed to be in a small, circular toom that was damp and smelled of dirt and age. Everything of the past hour suddenly creeped back into his head. He remembered when the port key stopped and he fell to his knees. He remembered the deatheaters laughing.... and Voldemort. Voldemort had said the battle was over and he had won. Harry was hit over and over with unbearable pain, with just a simple word, crucio. Anger rose in Harry even as he thought about what happened next. While Harry was recovering from the most recently cast curses, Voldemort told him of his plan for the Harry's friends. "Pitiful, little Harry Potter. Hero? Hardly! But why is he so famous? Oh, that's right! His foolish mother stupidly gave up her worthless, meaningless life to save his. What a waste. For now, everything this-this boy has fought for, will suffer and eventually die! And there will be nothing he can do!" Voldemort sneered evilly as Harry glared at him. "No! I will NOT let you take the lives of innocent people!" Harry had yelled, sounding much braver than he felt. Once again Voldemort hit him with the crutacious curse. HArry bit his lip to stop from crying out. To his surprise, Voldemort didn't stop. He kept yelling, "Crucio! Crucio! Crucio!" Until Harry lost consciousness. So now Harry sat on the damp floor of his cell, heart and headaching. Voldemort was right, he was going to kill everyone, and Harry couldn't stop him. Afterall, logically, Voldemort would have thte upper hand, he was a fully grown and trained wizard, while Harry was barely 15, was short and skinny. Harry shook his head and looked down at the floor. He's going to win, and it's my fault. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "DAD!" Ron Weasly yelled, springing to his feet, Hermione Granger following him. "DAD! SomethinghappenedtoHarry!!Hisstone! It'sglowing! Dadwehaftadosomething!" Ron yelled quicky as he searched frantically for his father. "Ron! Calm down! I can barely understand you! Harry's in trouble? How do you know?" Ron produced the now glowing green stone from his pocket and thrust it into the face of his father. "Hmm... Ron! These stones are quite accurate.... that would mean... Ron, Hermione, tell Mum I've gone to see Dumbledore!" And with that, he sprinted to the fireplace, through in a handful of glittering powder into the fireplace, with had suddenly burst into flames, yelled hurriedly "Hogwarts castle!", and leapt into the fireplace. A/N I'm really sorry that took a long time to get out. But I've had some things going on that come first. Thanks, and as always, R/R! |
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