(A/n Hello, thanks for all the feedback, I live for it. No - really… Anyway, this story is going to speed up a bit now, which is good! I actually have a plot which is a really good thing, so I do know what I'm doing…*cough cough*
Thanks to all reviewers;
Lishel Fracrium
Jona
*yoyo*
Caius Julius
vmr
Melanie
beth
Nuts
tmd
Trinity
Heir of Darkness
iNsAnE iCkLe CoRa*
Lord of the Net
But seriously - has anyone seen A League of Their Own? If not, Why Not?! Mmmm? Disgraceful behaviour - it's one of the greatest films ever! Well, in my opinion anyway…and I suppose my opinion doesn't really count…oh well…
Yeah! Ok! Read and review, tell me what you think! Byeeeeeee!)
Voldermort knows where you are.
You must NOT leave the house under ANY circumstances.
Arrangements have been made, but remember; do not leave the Dursley's house.
Sincerest apologies,
Professor Dumbledore
Through the open window, a stifled cry echoed down the dark street. The letter
remained unread, rustling innocently in the night's breeze.
Harry Potter and the Battle of Hogwarts
The street had transformed from a normal commodity in the day to a death trap at night. As Harry walked cautiously along, searching for the source of the woman's voice that he had heard moments before, he started wondering if this was a good idea. Of course it isn't, he thought, but he had to do it - who would ignore cries for help when they heard them? No one. Well, no, not no one exactly but not many. The shallow breeze was buffeting the weightless leaves around in circles on the pavement, yellow looking in the light of the street lamps. The silence was growing louder by the second from the mounting tension as he turned the corner leading into the next street. The house was now out of sight.
Harry scanned the road. Nothing. He cursed himself for being so stupid, could he have imagined it? Harry took a last nervous glance at the road, and turned to go back home. He had nearly turned back onto Privet Drive when the voice abruptly started again, making Harry start and swung around to look back up the dark street. A cry echoed down the street, followed by some stammered words,
"H-help…someone, please - is anyone there…?"
Harry sprinted back up the road until he had reached the place that he had turned around, moments before.
"Where are you?" Harry called desperately, after seeing no sign of anyone. The voice called back and Harry found that it was coming from behind a bus stop by the side of the road. He bolted over and looked finally down upon the speaker. What he saw made his heart stop -
She was a woman, around her early twenties. Her dark brown hair was growing sticky with drying blood, clinging to her face, which was cut and was covered in dark bruises. Her hand, which was clamped over her stomach, was red, forming a dark puddle beneath her. Harry gasped, but said nothing - he couldn't find the words.
The woman, however looked at him with something like vexation. She took two deep shuddering breaths before speaking,
"What are you standing around for??" She whispered in almost irritated tone, "G-go get help, p-please…"
Harry knelt down and was about to ask where it hurt most, when she started to scream and try to pull away. Harry, too shocked to say anything, looked up at her face, wondering what he had done. But she looking over his shoulder, trying to pull away.
Harry spun round, still holding onto one of the woman's arms. She started coughing behind him, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight in front of him. His face paled as a mass of green light flashed over his head and hung in the sky, forming the shape of a skull. It floated lazily in the sky as the woman tried to pull away. His figure focused on the mass of black in front of him, not knowing how he was coming out of this alive…
Sirius kicked at the rubble which was the former house, sending pebbles into the collapsed wall. The clouds were casting shadows over the nearby fields giving it ominous quality, fitting, Sirius thought, for what had happened here today. His thoughts were interrupted as Remus came up behind him.
"Nothing."
"Nothing." Sirius replied in agreement. He looked up at the sky, a wave of nausea threatening to overpower him as he stared into the mocking face of the Dark Mark. It was strange, no - worrying that it hadn't disappeared yet. They had tried the usual spells, but no matter what they shot at it, it wouldn't disperse. It meant something. But, he didn't know what.
Remus reached out a tentative hand and placed it upon his friends shoulder.
"Harry's going to be fine - nothing will happen to him, I mean, he's protected. As long as he doesn't leave the house, Voldermort, Death Eaters, no one get him. He must have got the letter Dumbledore sent him. I'm just sorry that he had to find out about Mrs Frisky through a letter, and not face to face…"
Sirius chuckled, "Her code name still makes me laugh! I'd give anything not to be called Mrs Frisky, or Mr, whatever it means anyway." He actually still remembered the day when she was given her code name. He couldn't recall the one she had been given, but he did remember her fighting for that stupid name - she thought it was funny… Sirius shook himself and regained his composure.
"I'm sure you're right, Moony. You always are. Harry knows when Dumbledore's serious about something, and he'll respect it. He won't do anything stupid." And yet, Sirius still had that nagging doubt which only comes with the worry of someone you care about. He chastised inwardly and pushed his worries down. Harry was fine. Nothing was going to happen…
(A/n Well that was a short chapter * not that the others are massively long* but it was shorter… Yeah, anyway please review my lovely, friendly fluffy story!
I. Love. Feedback. La la la.)
Thanks to all reviewers;
Lishel Fracrium
Jona
*yoyo*
Caius Julius
vmr
Melanie
beth
Nuts
tmd
Trinity
Heir of Darkness
iNsAnE iCkLe CoRa*
Lord of the Net
But seriously - has anyone seen A League of Their Own? If not, Why Not?! Mmmm? Disgraceful behaviour - it's one of the greatest films ever! Well, in my opinion anyway…and I suppose my opinion doesn't really count…oh well…
Yeah! Ok! Read and review, tell me what you think! Byeeeeeee!)
Voldermort knows where you are.
You must NOT leave the house under ANY circumstances.
Arrangements have been made, but remember; do not leave the Dursley's house.
Sincerest apologies,
Professor Dumbledore
Through the open window, a stifled cry echoed down the dark street. The letter
remained unread, rustling innocently in the night's breeze.
Harry Potter and the Battle of Hogwarts
The street had transformed from a normal commodity in the day to a death trap at night. As Harry walked cautiously along, searching for the source of the woman's voice that he had heard moments before, he started wondering if this was a good idea. Of course it isn't, he thought, but he had to do it - who would ignore cries for help when they heard them? No one. Well, no, not no one exactly but not many. The shallow breeze was buffeting the weightless leaves around in circles on the pavement, yellow looking in the light of the street lamps. The silence was growing louder by the second from the mounting tension as he turned the corner leading into the next street. The house was now out of sight.
Harry scanned the road. Nothing. He cursed himself for being so stupid, could he have imagined it? Harry took a last nervous glance at the road, and turned to go back home. He had nearly turned back onto Privet Drive when the voice abruptly started again, making Harry start and swung around to look back up the dark street. A cry echoed down the street, followed by some stammered words,
"H-help…someone, please - is anyone there…?"
Harry sprinted back up the road until he had reached the place that he had turned around, moments before.
"Where are you?" Harry called desperately, after seeing no sign of anyone. The voice called back and Harry found that it was coming from behind a bus stop by the side of the road. He bolted over and looked finally down upon the speaker. What he saw made his heart stop -
She was a woman, around her early twenties. Her dark brown hair was growing sticky with drying blood, clinging to her face, which was cut and was covered in dark bruises. Her hand, which was clamped over her stomach, was red, forming a dark puddle beneath her. Harry gasped, but said nothing - he couldn't find the words.
The woman, however looked at him with something like vexation. She took two deep shuddering breaths before speaking,
"What are you standing around for??" She whispered in almost irritated tone, "G-go get help, p-please…"
Harry knelt down and was about to ask where it hurt most, when she started to scream and try to pull away. Harry, too shocked to say anything, looked up at her face, wondering what he had done. But she looking over his shoulder, trying to pull away.
Harry spun round, still holding onto one of the woman's arms. She started coughing behind him, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight in front of him. His face paled as a mass of green light flashed over his head and hung in the sky, forming the shape of a skull. It floated lazily in the sky as the woman tried to pull away. His figure focused on the mass of black in front of him, not knowing how he was coming out of this alive…
Sirius kicked at the rubble which was the former house, sending pebbles into the collapsed wall. The clouds were casting shadows over the nearby fields giving it ominous quality, fitting, Sirius thought, for what had happened here today. His thoughts were interrupted as Remus came up behind him.
"Nothing."
"Nothing." Sirius replied in agreement. He looked up at the sky, a wave of nausea threatening to overpower him as he stared into the mocking face of the Dark Mark. It was strange, no - worrying that it hadn't disappeared yet. They had tried the usual spells, but no matter what they shot at it, it wouldn't disperse. It meant something. But, he didn't know what.
Remus reached out a tentative hand and placed it upon his friends shoulder.
"Harry's going to be fine - nothing will happen to him, I mean, he's protected. As long as he doesn't leave the house, Voldermort, Death Eaters, no one get him. He must have got the letter Dumbledore sent him. I'm just sorry that he had to find out about Mrs Frisky through a letter, and not face to face…"
Sirius chuckled, "Her code name still makes me laugh! I'd give anything not to be called Mrs Frisky, or Mr, whatever it means anyway." He actually still remembered the day when she was given her code name. He couldn't recall the one she had been given, but he did remember her fighting for that stupid name - she thought it was funny… Sirius shook himself and regained his composure.
"I'm sure you're right, Moony. You always are. Harry knows when Dumbledore's serious about something, and he'll respect it. He won't do anything stupid." And yet, Sirius still had that nagging doubt which only comes with the worry of someone you care about. He chastised inwardly and pushed his worries down. Harry was fine. Nothing was going to happen…
(A/n Well that was a short chapter * not that the others are massively long* but it was shorter… Yeah, anyway please review my lovely, friendly fluffy story!
I. Love. Feedback. La la la.)
