This chapter is set in Harry's fifth year, and contains some bad language.
I want to apologise for any misspellings due to spells and the such. I don't actually own any Harry Potter books, and am running entirely off memory.
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Death
By: Sadistic Angel
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"HAAAARRRRYYY!!"
Multiple somethings hammered on the Dursley's front door.
"I don't think he's in there Fred."
"He should be, we said we'd come today."
"Maybe he can't hear us?"
The pounding resumed, with a few kicks also comming through the din. Twin voices lifted up a shouting again, alerting most of the neighbourhood that they were there for Harry Potter, and why didn't he come out, George's stink wasn't that bad-OUCH!!"
And it was to this dubious melody that Harry Potter awoke. He sat up in bed and stretched, blinking in the early morning light.
He reached for his glasses, then peered blearily at his watch.
It was six am.
He goaned and fell back down, trying to ignore the pounding and yelling comming from downstairs. He'd spent all night tossing and turning, attempting to get away from the same dream that had assulted him for a week straight now.
In the dream, he was standing in his old primary school grounds. There were no school children playing, the air was silent. Dust overlay the buildings, sagging benches and rusted swings attested to the fact that some time had passed.
Suddenly, the sky grew dark. All around him, the buildings began to flicker in and out of existance, in some instances they were replaced with other things. Here, a fountain with boys and girls dressed in skin-tight clothes lounged around talking and looking at him.
Standing by the office, was a boy with brown hair and eyes. As the building flickered in and out, the boy did not. Instead, his appearence changed. When the building was sound, he looked at Harry with contempt and loathing. When the building dissapeared, blood stained his clothes and intestines hung sickeningly from his torn abdomen. Terror and agony were now etched upon his face, even as life fled from his eyes.
Then everything would go black, except for a tiny -almost microscopic- light. It would come closer, untill Harry could read tiny numbers glowing in green light. They appeared to be counting down.
Each time he dreamed this part, the numbers were always less than the previous dream.
Harry stared at the roof. For some reason, that minute clock scared him more than the rest of the dream. Whatever it was counting down to, there was no way it could be good.
And according to the dream-clock, he only had three weeks, four hours and 2 seconds left untill time was up.
"OI!! ARE YOU EVEN IN THERE, HARRY?!"
"There isn't a car here, maybe he went with the Dursleys?"
"Yeah right, they only time they'd take him anywhere would be to the river in a bodybag."
There was a pause, then as one the two shouted-
"ALOHOMORA!"
Harry listened to the two boys charge into the house and race up the stairs. In one week he would return to Hogwarts. Then he'd ask Dumbledore's advice.
The twins burst into his room.
"HARRY, ARE YOU ALRIGHT!?!?"
Harry folded his arms behind his head and grinned at the two anxious redheads.
"Of course. I just wanted to see how long it'd take you to get up here."
".......WHAT!?"
"Fred, PUT DOWN THE WAND!!"
"MAKE ME!!"
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Ginny lifted her head as the clock's 'Fred & George' hands spun to 'Home'.
"Harry's here! And Fred and George too." Ginny ran into the kitchen to avoid Bill's teasing of who took precedence in her mind.
"Mum, mum, Harry's here!"
Molly Weasly smiled down at her excited daughter. She was so glad that at least one of her children didn't seem in a hurry to grow up.
"Well, why don't you go out and say hello while I put on some more for breakfast. I don't know what possessed your brothers to get him so early.."
Ginny was gone before she could finish.
"Hi Harry! What took you so long?! Fred and George went to get you aaagees ago!"
Harry grinned at the girl, his bright pink and purple hair, green skin and white eyes bringing Ginny up short.
"What happened to *you*?"
"Fred got a little enthusiastic with his wand. 'S ok though, I got him back."
"Dats dot bunny Harry." Ginny started, then burst into laughter.
Fred was helping George carry Harry's trunk. But his nose had been sunk into his face, leaving smooth closed skin where it used to be. George had elephant trunks waving around from his face, arms, one on his head and one on his leg. They seemed to have minds of their own, as one was exploring the inside of a near-by rose bush, while another was going through the sweets in George's pocket.
"Harry, you'd better fix them up. You're not supposed to use magic." Ginny got out, between giggles.
"He cad't, he doesd't dow how." Fred grumbled.
Ginny's eyes widened. "What?!" Harry nodded. "I read the hex in a book in the library, when I was preparing for the Tournament. I only glanced at it, and I didn't look up the counter-curse. It was just the first thing that sprang to mind when Fred started firing at me."
"And he used my wand." George added, "So he won't get pulled up for under-age magic."
Harry shrugged. "Sorry, but your mum or dad will know the counter-curse right?"
"I hope so." George groaned, while his brother nodded feverently.
Ginny shook her head and turned back to the house.
"Well come on in. Breakfast should be almost ready."
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"Not much longer."
"Are you absolutely certain this will work? It's not too late to initiate the self-destruct failsafe."
"No. We invested too much time and money into him. They are getting closer. If our information is correct, they are backed by the same people causing trouble in the magical community."
"The ones after him?"
"Yes."
"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! What the fuck were you THINKING!? This close to completion, and you'll risk everything for-"
"For the fate of the world. For no less is at stake."
"........It must be him?"
"You already know the answer to that."
"Yeah, yeah. I have to admit, I won't be estatic to have him back. After what happened....I dont think I'll be able to look him in the eye."
"........"
"Don't look at me like that Jacob. You weren't there. The kid's fucking psychotic, scares the shit out everyone who comes in contact with him. Well, untill we shut down that section of his brain. Now.."
"Enough. Our top people agree that enough time has passed for that mistake to never occur again."
"Will you collect him?"
"No. I'll send another."
"Who?"
"Better that you don't know. He will be delivered to you in a months time. I suggest you prepare the facility. Good day."
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Your thoughts and Ideas are most welcome in your reviews.
Thankyou for reading.
I want to apologise for any misspellings due to spells and the such. I don't actually own any Harry Potter books, and am running entirely off memory.
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Death
By: Sadistic Angel
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"HAAAARRRRYYY!!"
Multiple somethings hammered on the Dursley's front door.
"I don't think he's in there Fred."
"He should be, we said we'd come today."
"Maybe he can't hear us?"
The pounding resumed, with a few kicks also comming through the din. Twin voices lifted up a shouting again, alerting most of the neighbourhood that they were there for Harry Potter, and why didn't he come out, George's stink wasn't that bad-OUCH!!"
And it was to this dubious melody that Harry Potter awoke. He sat up in bed and stretched, blinking in the early morning light.
He reached for his glasses, then peered blearily at his watch.
It was six am.
He goaned and fell back down, trying to ignore the pounding and yelling comming from downstairs. He'd spent all night tossing and turning, attempting to get away from the same dream that had assulted him for a week straight now.
In the dream, he was standing in his old primary school grounds. There were no school children playing, the air was silent. Dust overlay the buildings, sagging benches and rusted swings attested to the fact that some time had passed.
Suddenly, the sky grew dark. All around him, the buildings began to flicker in and out of existance, in some instances they were replaced with other things. Here, a fountain with boys and girls dressed in skin-tight clothes lounged around talking and looking at him.
Standing by the office, was a boy with brown hair and eyes. As the building flickered in and out, the boy did not. Instead, his appearence changed. When the building was sound, he looked at Harry with contempt and loathing. When the building dissapeared, blood stained his clothes and intestines hung sickeningly from his torn abdomen. Terror and agony were now etched upon his face, even as life fled from his eyes.
Then everything would go black, except for a tiny -almost microscopic- light. It would come closer, untill Harry could read tiny numbers glowing in green light. They appeared to be counting down.
Each time he dreamed this part, the numbers were always less than the previous dream.
Harry stared at the roof. For some reason, that minute clock scared him more than the rest of the dream. Whatever it was counting down to, there was no way it could be good.
And according to the dream-clock, he only had three weeks, four hours and 2 seconds left untill time was up.
"OI!! ARE YOU EVEN IN THERE, HARRY?!"
"There isn't a car here, maybe he went with the Dursleys?"
"Yeah right, they only time they'd take him anywhere would be to the river in a bodybag."
There was a pause, then as one the two shouted-
"ALOHOMORA!"
Harry listened to the two boys charge into the house and race up the stairs. In one week he would return to Hogwarts. Then he'd ask Dumbledore's advice.
The twins burst into his room.
"HARRY, ARE YOU ALRIGHT!?!?"
Harry folded his arms behind his head and grinned at the two anxious redheads.
"Of course. I just wanted to see how long it'd take you to get up here."
".......WHAT!?"
"Fred, PUT DOWN THE WAND!!"
"MAKE ME!!"
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Ginny lifted her head as the clock's 'Fred & George' hands spun to 'Home'.
"Harry's here! And Fred and George too." Ginny ran into the kitchen to avoid Bill's teasing of who took precedence in her mind.
"Mum, mum, Harry's here!"
Molly Weasly smiled down at her excited daughter. She was so glad that at least one of her children didn't seem in a hurry to grow up.
"Well, why don't you go out and say hello while I put on some more for breakfast. I don't know what possessed your brothers to get him so early.."
Ginny was gone before she could finish.
"Hi Harry! What took you so long?! Fred and George went to get you aaagees ago!"
Harry grinned at the girl, his bright pink and purple hair, green skin and white eyes bringing Ginny up short.
"What happened to *you*?"
"Fred got a little enthusiastic with his wand. 'S ok though, I got him back."
"Dats dot bunny Harry." Ginny started, then burst into laughter.
Fred was helping George carry Harry's trunk. But his nose had been sunk into his face, leaving smooth closed skin where it used to be. George had elephant trunks waving around from his face, arms, one on his head and one on his leg. They seemed to have minds of their own, as one was exploring the inside of a near-by rose bush, while another was going through the sweets in George's pocket.
"Harry, you'd better fix them up. You're not supposed to use magic." Ginny got out, between giggles.
"He cad't, he doesd't dow how." Fred grumbled.
Ginny's eyes widened. "What?!" Harry nodded. "I read the hex in a book in the library, when I was preparing for the Tournament. I only glanced at it, and I didn't look up the counter-curse. It was just the first thing that sprang to mind when Fred started firing at me."
"And he used my wand." George added, "So he won't get pulled up for under-age magic."
Harry shrugged. "Sorry, but your mum or dad will know the counter-curse right?"
"I hope so." George groaned, while his brother nodded feverently.
Ginny shook her head and turned back to the house.
"Well come on in. Breakfast should be almost ready."
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"Not much longer."
"Are you absolutely certain this will work? It's not too late to initiate the self-destruct failsafe."
"No. We invested too much time and money into him. They are getting closer. If our information is correct, they are backed by the same people causing trouble in the magical community."
"The ones after him?"
"Yes."
"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! What the fuck were you THINKING!? This close to completion, and you'll risk everything for-"
"For the fate of the world. For no less is at stake."
"........It must be him?"
"You already know the answer to that."
"Yeah, yeah. I have to admit, I won't be estatic to have him back. After what happened....I dont think I'll be able to look him in the eye."
"........"
"Don't look at me like that Jacob. You weren't there. The kid's fucking psychotic, scares the shit out everyone who comes in contact with him. Well, untill we shut down that section of his brain. Now.."
"Enough. Our top people agree that enough time has passed for that mistake to never occur again."
"Will you collect him?"
"No. I'll send another."
"Who?"
"Better that you don't know. He will be delivered to you in a months time. I suggest you prepare the facility. Good day."
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Your thoughts and Ideas are most welcome in your reviews.
Thankyou for reading.