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Elsebeth Fishnips






Harry Potter and the War of Hogwarts



Silhouetted against the night sky, surrounded by raging currents that lapped up against the cliff bottom, stood the ominous castle of Azkaban. The castle, with it's stonework, black from age challenged the serenity of the mass of stars twinkling prettily above it. Torches held in place by iron clasps on the dark walls cast flickering, ghostly shapes that ran up the whole building. If seeing the castle for the first time one wouldn't dare go even near the hideous creation - most people avoided the place. However to a person who had visited before, who had been held prisoner there before, the sight was not so terrible.

Convicted as a Death Eater, Snape had spent a year in Azkaban before he became a spy for Dumbledore. It was a year he never forgot, and probably never would. However much he hated Sirius Black, he couldn't help having a strange respect for the man who had spent twelve years of his life for a crime he had never committed, and still managing to stay sane…well, to say the least, it was impressive.

Snape had just stepped out of the boat which banged against the sides of the cliff, before being steered into a cave. The cave that was carved from underneath the cliff was the place where boats came in, and out. Apparation wards stretched for miles, much further here than at Hogwarts, which made the setting the more morbid. No way out…a phrase he had often repeated to himself during his stay. Snape prided himself on not letting his feelings show, but faced with this place again, he couldn't suppress a shudder.

The mission Dumbledore had sent him on was not an easy one. However, saying that it was much less risk to himself than his role as a spy. He couldn't help the suspicions arise in him that Dumbledore was worried about him. Not many people worried about him - well, no one that he knew anyway. And he was a stranger to the idea that somebody cared.

Snape was escorted to the locked barred door that led to the rest of the prison. As he was led through it, the all too familiar wave of sickness came over him, doubling at the sight of the hooded figures. Dementors. Snape's face was set. But it wasn't going to be easy.


It was said to be the hottest day of the year so far - and Harry believed it. He had the happy job of weeding the garden and he looked so sunburnt he could have been mistaken for an abnormally large red chilli pepper. On top of that, his nose was streaming due to his hay fever, rest assured he wasn't having a good day. Still, he thought as he dug his trowel through the soil, it's keeping my mind of things, and things is what I've been complaining about. Harry was actually feeling relieved as this summer he had hardly any housework landed on him. His days basically consisted of making breakfast, reading a bit, sleeping a bit, and reading a bit more. His homework had run out, even after he had done extra. He was feeling very I have no life - ish, when an owl flew over his head and landed on the flowers.

Harry shooed the owl (which he presumed was a Hogwarts one) off the rose bed and took the note from his leg. The owl was looking very snobbish, hooting impatiently for Harry to untie it. As soon as he had the letter, the owl hooted at him, ruffled his feathers and flew off, knocking Harry on the head on the way. Harry eagerly tore open the letter -




Dear Mr Potter,
We regret to inform you that the school term this year will be staring at a later date of September 10th. This year we will also take on a number of new staff to replace those who are leaving. Further details will be given to the students at the start of term feast.
Please note that due to current circumstances no student is allowed out of the school building without being escorted by a teacher.
A list of school supplies is enclosed.
Professor McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress


Harry skimmed over the letter to check he hadn't miss-read. He stared at the letter in despair - another week and a half added to the holidays. And just when I thought it was nearly over, Harry thought. What was Uncle Vernon going to say? He moaned as he thought of his reaction…

"Can't trust any of them! Completely inconsiderate - who's going to drive you up there, eh?"

Harry sighed. Break it to them gently, he thought. Luckily they wouldn't be back for another two hours. He decided the garden was sufficiently de-weeded so he brushed of his hands and walked inside.

Harry sighed as he slouched down on the sofa, he was about to start dozing when the memory of a dream hit him. Yes, a dream…his head jolted up, suddenly wide awake, he concentrated all his energy on remembering the dream.

Darkness everywhere, tortured screams - black hunched figures…

Harry screwed up his eyes in concentration…

His vision slowly moving up the dark walls, up into the sky…a green light glistening on the waters…glowing, pulsating - a round shape imprinted in the sky….

Harry's eyes snapped open - the black skull still planted in his mind. Teeth bared in silent laughter…

The Dark Mark.