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Summary:
For those of you who didn't read the intro I put up, here it is in a nutshell. Someone is
Telling a story that could help the good side defeat the dark side (Voldemort). This
Chapter takes place 9 months before the introduction. So now you can r/r this chapter with
Out feeling lost
Silence
9 months had passed since the beginning of this story. 9 months, the
time it took to bring one human child into the world is the time it took to steal
away a life. It all started on September 1st. Harry potter remembered this day
particularly because this was his passage from world of teenage revelry into a
new wizarding world, one of caution and of fear.
Living in a muggle world for one summer was no longer as miserable as it had
been in past times. For no matter how poorly he was treated, Harry figured that a
life of eating grapefruit quarters, doing home work and studies in the dark of the
night, having to put up with the tantrums and all together stupidity of his
enormously fat and spoiled cousin Dudley, was better than having to live in fear
of the dark mark the entire summer. After all with the rise of Voldemort, the
school year might be hard enough to get through without adding three months of
terror to it. He was glad though that for one train ride at least he could attempt to
forget and simply enjoy life as a teenage wizard. And yet, there was one thing
stuck in his mind that he could not forget. Something that he didn't remember
ever happening to him and yet he could envision it as if he had been there
watching it. he somehow remembered a small cabin on a green hill. A rather
large gruff looking man with eyes that seemed to be continually changing colour
there was a very young girl with him to. They were standing just outside the cabin
and some one out of Harry's line of vision was whispering in the little girl's ear.
" Hey Harry!" Harry looked away from the window to see the smiling, extremely
freckled face of his best friend Ron Wesley starring back at him.
"wanna play me a game of chess? Hermione's keeping score."
he looked up at his other best friend Hermione Granger sitting across from him
in the seat next to Ron's
" Sure, why not?" Harry knew Ron would win before they even started still, it was
something to take his mind off the memory at least until they arrived at Hogwarts.
So as he watched the black chess players violently invade his area of the board,
he was satisfied. When the chess game was finally over and the slaughter
complete Harry went back to his window. "Harry, is anything wrong?" Hermione
inquired after a rather strange silence. Harry felt an urge to tell them about this
"dream?" no, it was more of a memory. But, suddenly an emotion over took the
urge. Silence it said. "No" Harry answered Hermione simply
"Where would you get that idea?"
" You just seem a bit quieter than you usually are."
"aw" Ron piped in " He's just sore `cause I beat him. Again" Harry snickered and
answered Ron eager to make conversation. "How many times have we played
now?"
" I don't know. All I know is I keep kicking your butt." Ron and Harry both
laughed as Hermione sat pretending not to be in the least bit amused. Still Harry
thought he could see her trying to hide a smile under the hand that was covering
her mouth.
The rest of the ride continued with rather lively conversation about Percy's
increasingly important job at the ministry among other subjects. Percy had
recently been promoted from cauldrons to over active broomsticks "another
`serious problem facing the world today that I am extremely privileged to be
working on'" Ron said impersonating his older brother. None of them attemted to
bring up the subject of Voldemort or any of the things that had happened the year
before. Harry had a feeling that Ron and Hermione wanted to put it behind them
as much as he did. They were also pleasantly surprised not to have any run- ins
with the infamous Draco Malfoy on the train ride. It was Harry who noted Draco's
absence. All three admitted that it was very odd but as Harry put it they were
much better off.
"Unless he's up to something" Ron said suspiciously.
"He doesn't have to be." Hermione told him in a fairly harsh school teacher-ish
voice. Harry thought that maybe being made a perfect had gone to her head.
" He could have. changed" She suggested.
"I highly doubt that someone as low as that could have all of a sudden had a
change of heart over three months!" Ron Said with a bit of passion mixed with
sarcasm. Harry expected Hermione to retort but before anyone could say
anything, they felt the train slowly stop at Hogsmede station. As it did, Harry very
suddenly again remembered the lush green hill and the tinny cabin laying just on
top of it. He couldn't put into words this feeling of strange despair that he felt
when reminded of this too familiar and all together awkward scene. He didn't
know what made him think of this picture which he had never in his 15 years of
life been subjected to. All he knew was that he had to stay silent about it. Simply
because that very scene strangely moved him to just that.Silence. As they
stepped off the train, Hagrid looked up and gave them a broad smile as he lead
the first years away. Harry saw a girl that looked around the age of 15 or 16
following Hagrid and the first years. "Weird"
He thought to himself. He wondered if he should ask Ron and Hermione about it.
But suddenly the very emotion of the memory came to him . Silence. And so for
the time being, Silent is exactly how he remained.
Summary:
For those of you who didn't read the intro I put up, here it is in a nutshell. Someone is
Telling a story that could help the good side defeat the dark side (Voldemort). This
Chapter takes place 9 months before the introduction. So now you can r/r this chapter with
Out feeling lost
Silence
9 months had passed since the beginning of this story. 9 months, the
time it took to bring one human child into the world is the time it took to steal
away a life. It all started on September 1st. Harry potter remembered this day
particularly because this was his passage from world of teenage revelry into a
new wizarding world, one of caution and of fear.
Living in a muggle world for one summer was no longer as miserable as it had
been in past times. For no matter how poorly he was treated, Harry figured that a
life of eating grapefruit quarters, doing home work and studies in the dark of the
night, having to put up with the tantrums and all together stupidity of his
enormously fat and spoiled cousin Dudley, was better than having to live in fear
of the dark mark the entire summer. After all with the rise of Voldemort, the
school year might be hard enough to get through without adding three months of
terror to it. He was glad though that for one train ride at least he could attempt to
forget and simply enjoy life as a teenage wizard. And yet, there was one thing
stuck in his mind that he could not forget. Something that he didn't remember
ever happening to him and yet he could envision it as if he had been there
watching it. he somehow remembered a small cabin on a green hill. A rather
large gruff looking man with eyes that seemed to be continually changing colour
there was a very young girl with him to. They were standing just outside the cabin
and some one out of Harry's line of vision was whispering in the little girl's ear.
" Hey Harry!" Harry looked away from the window to see the smiling, extremely
freckled face of his best friend Ron Wesley starring back at him.
"wanna play me a game of chess? Hermione's keeping score."
he looked up at his other best friend Hermione Granger sitting across from him
in the seat next to Ron's
" Sure, why not?" Harry knew Ron would win before they even started still, it was
something to take his mind off the memory at least until they arrived at Hogwarts.
So as he watched the black chess players violently invade his area of the board,
he was satisfied. When the chess game was finally over and the slaughter
complete Harry went back to his window. "Harry, is anything wrong?" Hermione
inquired after a rather strange silence. Harry felt an urge to tell them about this
"dream?" no, it was more of a memory. But, suddenly an emotion over took the
urge. Silence it said. "No" Harry answered Hermione simply
"Where would you get that idea?"
" You just seem a bit quieter than you usually are."
"aw" Ron piped in " He's just sore `cause I beat him. Again" Harry snickered and
answered Ron eager to make conversation. "How many times have we played
now?"
" I don't know. All I know is I keep kicking your butt." Ron and Harry both
laughed as Hermione sat pretending not to be in the least bit amused. Still Harry
thought he could see her trying to hide a smile under the hand that was covering
her mouth.
The rest of the ride continued with rather lively conversation about Percy's
increasingly important job at the ministry among other subjects. Percy had
recently been promoted from cauldrons to over active broomsticks "another
`serious problem facing the world today that I am extremely privileged to be
working on'" Ron said impersonating his older brother. None of them attemted to
bring up the subject of Voldemort or any of the things that had happened the year
before. Harry had a feeling that Ron and Hermione wanted to put it behind them
as much as he did. They were also pleasantly surprised not to have any run- ins
with the infamous Draco Malfoy on the train ride. It was Harry who noted Draco's
absence. All three admitted that it was very odd but as Harry put it they were
much better off.
"Unless he's up to something" Ron said suspiciously.
"He doesn't have to be." Hermione told him in a fairly harsh school teacher-ish
voice. Harry thought that maybe being made a perfect had gone to her head.
" He could have. changed" She suggested.
"I highly doubt that someone as low as that could have all of a sudden had a
change of heart over three months!" Ron Said with a bit of passion mixed with
sarcasm. Harry expected Hermione to retort but before anyone could say
anything, they felt the train slowly stop at Hogsmede station. As it did, Harry very
suddenly again remembered the lush green hill and the tinny cabin laying just on
top of it. He couldn't put into words this feeling of strange despair that he felt
when reminded of this too familiar and all together awkward scene. He didn't
know what made him think of this picture which he had never in his 15 years of
life been subjected to. All he knew was that he had to stay silent about it. Simply
because that very scene strangely moved him to just that.Silence. As they
stepped off the train, Hagrid looked up and gave them a broad smile as he lead
the first years away. Harry saw a girl that looked around the age of 15 or 16
following Hagrid and the first years. "Weird"
He thought to himself. He wondered if he should ask Ron and Hermione about it.
But suddenly the very emotion of the memory came to him . Silence. And so for
the time being, Silent is exactly how he remained.