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Chapter 1- The Cemetery
Drip, drip, drip. It was the only sound that could be heard in the green field; it was like an endless flowing river of dark green. Every metre a post was sticking out of the ground with a plaque underneath. The only movement, not including the hard rain, was a solitary figure walking through the field, stopping at each post to read the inscription. D.Mangey, J.Lowell, A.Graeme, S.Sinz. He was in an enormous graveyard. His thoughts were racing a million miles a minute. Why had all these people died? Who had killed them? Only one name could be called responsible and no one was brave enough to say it. His thoughts went back to where it had all started. His name was Graham Pritchard.
It started when he was in his first year at Hogwarts, a boy from Hufflepuff named Cedric Diggory died, Professor Dumbledore explained that Lord Voldemort had killed him. At first Graham and his friends thought this was a joke, Cedric wasn't really dead The Professor was just trying to scare them. But after they met with him a few times they realised he wouldn't joke about something as severe as this. And also after they erected the statue of Cedric with the inscription "This statue is dedicated to the first Hogwarts student to be killed by the Lord Voldemort, Cedric Diggory lies here in peace." Although there was uproar at the ministry about writing you-know-whose name freely on this statue, Everyone thought the inscription was very appropriate. After a while his friends settled into the Slytherin creed, they started laughing about the death. Graham just couldn't bring himself to do it and after a while he found himself friendless.
After a year small black blot's started appearing on magical world maps, these were all over the world. At first people thought there was something wrong with the maps but after wizard contact in these areas was ceased, everyone knew, The Death Eaters were making territory. Death Eater territory was becoming larger at a slow rate. By the time Graham had reached his sixth year about a quarter of the world was taken. It was rumoured that 'the one that must not be named' had over ten thousand Death Eaters, this was apparently true because the school Beauxbatons was utterly destroyed, all students and teachers were killed except Professor Du Bas Niche. He reported that suddenly he looked out the window and wave of black cloaked figures could be seen stretching as far as the horizon. Drastic measures had to be taken and a Volunteer Auror group was made. Graham joined up to the Regular Auror group after he finished at Hogwarts.
As he walked past posts he found himself in the Auror strategist section none of these names were familiar though. S.Warren, K.Wershing, J.Williams, M.Bueton, R.Weasley. Wait, this one he had heard of before. He remembered cleaning an Award in the trophy room of Hogwarts "presented to Ronald Weasley of Gryffindor for the best game of chess Hogwarts has ever seen". Graham thought about this in retrospect, 'it all depends on who he played didn't it?' his opponent must have been tough if he got an award for winning. He also remembered hearing his name as being one of the greatest strategists of all time. But there was something else, he thought hard and it suddenly came to him, Ronald Weasley was popularly known for being the best friend of Harry Potter. Graham hadn't known Potter personally but he heard that he was responsible for The Dark Ones first downfall and unfortunately his resurrection. He heard that Harry played Quidditch for England as a Seeker but had joined the Volunteer Aurors after they were created.
Graham trudged on and found himself in the spy section. K.Shiel, K.LeGassik, J.Earl, S.Fletcher, A.Pinniger, B.Melinda, S.Connor, J.Cod, E,Harny, S.Snape, M.Baddock. Graham froze, He definitely heard of Malcolm Baddock before! Graham thought he had gone Death Eater but he must've been a spy. He started to think of what being a spy would be like 'they must've been easy to catch, they'd spend quite a bit of time sitting in rooms with fires as well as sending a lot of owls. They probably stuttered or shuddered when calling him "my lord" or by his real name.' Grahams eyes swivelled to the post marked S.Snape; he must've heard that name somewhere because it sounded familiar. The post had a bronze medal hanging from it; he sat down on his knees and took it in his hand, looking at the all too familiar Coat of Arms of the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Graham ran his finger across the symbol and memories flooded back to him, the first two years were fun enough but later the atmosphere became tense and everyone, even the teachers got scared. He turned the medal over and saw that scratched into the smooth rear of the medal were the words "I'm sorry" Graham quickly let go, tears came to his eyes and he blinked it away. He peered towards the patch of grass in front of the post; a lot of footprints were here, this person must be visited a lot.
Graham walked on trying not to look too much at the posts, he finally came to what he was looking for, L.Wood. Graham fell to his knees tears flooding his eyes. Lucy Wood he knew only too well, only a year ago they were making plans to marry. Graham looked around, the posts went on for miles in each direction, and who was responsible? Who tore families apart, killed wizards as well as muggles, ruined countless lives? One name rung in his head and he had to say it, he felt his head would explode if he didn't. "Voldemort" he said, barely a whisper. Although he was astounded by his recklessness, he had to say it again. "Voldemort" he said louder, the rage boiling inside him like an urn about to explode. He looked at the clouded sky, the rain falling into his eyes making them sting, his anger was too much, he had to let it go. "VOLDEMORT!" He screamed into the night. He wanted to curse, to swear but no amount of swearing could portray his anger, he let the urn explode. "AAAAAAARRRRGGHHH" his feelings were beyond words.
Graham let himself fall to the ground, his tears spilling on to the already damp earth. He was muddy, he was wet but he didn't care. He stayed by that grave all night, he wanted her back, and he would give anything to have her back. Life wasn't fair; he began to cry again though he managed to stand up. He walked past the graves back to the entrance, he noticed an old tired man on his knees in front of S.Snape, Graham realised that this was Professor Dumbledore from Hogwarts, he wanted to say something but didn't, he walked past without a word.
Authors notes
Well, I hope you enjoyed that. I know what you're thinking "what the hell? That sounded more like Saving Private Ryan than Harry Potter! And where is Harry & Hermione, and Ron can't die!" Well I've been asked these questions before and my main reason for not using the real characters is merely because all of the HP fan-fiction I've read Harry, Hermione and Ron are all out of character. With people writing about Hermione getting with Draco and/or Ron, and Harry buying Ginny a Jade necklace for Valentines Day then getting with her. I was sick of it so I decided to make my own characters. And your wondering "that's all good but why make it sound like a war movie?" That is because I wanted to prove to friends that writers could portray the same world in different tense and with a different atmosphere. If you have any questions, or want to talk about the story, or want to say how much rubbish it is, please feel free to E-mail me. (TIP: listen to theme of movies The Rock and/or Terminator 2 while reading this ;))
P.S.
If the themes of The Rock and Terminator 2 make it too sad (I have seen friends eyes start watering reading this with that music) try listening to the theme of Starship Troopers for a different atmosphere.
Chapter 1- The Cemetery
Drip, drip, drip. It was the only sound that could be heard in the green field; it was like an endless flowing river of dark green. Every metre a post was sticking out of the ground with a plaque underneath. The only movement, not including the hard rain, was a solitary figure walking through the field, stopping at each post to read the inscription. D.Mangey, J.Lowell, A.Graeme, S.Sinz. He was in an enormous graveyard. His thoughts were racing a million miles a minute. Why had all these people died? Who had killed them? Only one name could be called responsible and no one was brave enough to say it. His thoughts went back to where it had all started. His name was Graham Pritchard.
It started when he was in his first year at Hogwarts, a boy from Hufflepuff named Cedric Diggory died, Professor Dumbledore explained that Lord Voldemort had killed him. At first Graham and his friends thought this was a joke, Cedric wasn't really dead The Professor was just trying to scare them. But after they met with him a few times they realised he wouldn't joke about something as severe as this. And also after they erected the statue of Cedric with the inscription "This statue is dedicated to the first Hogwarts student to be killed by the Lord Voldemort, Cedric Diggory lies here in peace." Although there was uproar at the ministry about writing you-know-whose name freely on this statue, Everyone thought the inscription was very appropriate. After a while his friends settled into the Slytherin creed, they started laughing about the death. Graham just couldn't bring himself to do it and after a while he found himself friendless.
After a year small black blot's started appearing on magical world maps, these were all over the world. At first people thought there was something wrong with the maps but after wizard contact in these areas was ceased, everyone knew, The Death Eaters were making territory. Death Eater territory was becoming larger at a slow rate. By the time Graham had reached his sixth year about a quarter of the world was taken. It was rumoured that 'the one that must not be named' had over ten thousand Death Eaters, this was apparently true because the school Beauxbatons was utterly destroyed, all students and teachers were killed except Professor Du Bas Niche. He reported that suddenly he looked out the window and wave of black cloaked figures could be seen stretching as far as the horizon. Drastic measures had to be taken and a Volunteer Auror group was made. Graham joined up to the Regular Auror group after he finished at Hogwarts.
As he walked past posts he found himself in the Auror strategist section none of these names were familiar though. S.Warren, K.Wershing, J.Williams, M.Bueton, R.Weasley. Wait, this one he had heard of before. He remembered cleaning an Award in the trophy room of Hogwarts "presented to Ronald Weasley of Gryffindor for the best game of chess Hogwarts has ever seen". Graham thought about this in retrospect, 'it all depends on who he played didn't it?' his opponent must have been tough if he got an award for winning. He also remembered hearing his name as being one of the greatest strategists of all time. But there was something else, he thought hard and it suddenly came to him, Ronald Weasley was popularly known for being the best friend of Harry Potter. Graham hadn't known Potter personally but he heard that he was responsible for The Dark Ones first downfall and unfortunately his resurrection. He heard that Harry played Quidditch for England as a Seeker but had joined the Volunteer Aurors after they were created.
Graham trudged on and found himself in the spy section. K.Shiel, K.LeGassik, J.Earl, S.Fletcher, A.Pinniger, B.Melinda, S.Connor, J.Cod, E,Harny, S.Snape, M.Baddock. Graham froze, He definitely heard of Malcolm Baddock before! Graham thought he had gone Death Eater but he must've been a spy. He started to think of what being a spy would be like 'they must've been easy to catch, they'd spend quite a bit of time sitting in rooms with fires as well as sending a lot of owls. They probably stuttered or shuddered when calling him "my lord" or by his real name.' Grahams eyes swivelled to the post marked S.Snape; he must've heard that name somewhere because it sounded familiar. The post had a bronze medal hanging from it; he sat down on his knees and took it in his hand, looking at the all too familiar Coat of Arms of the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Graham ran his finger across the symbol and memories flooded back to him, the first two years were fun enough but later the atmosphere became tense and everyone, even the teachers got scared. He turned the medal over and saw that scratched into the smooth rear of the medal were the words "I'm sorry" Graham quickly let go, tears came to his eyes and he blinked it away. He peered towards the patch of grass in front of the post; a lot of footprints were here, this person must be visited a lot.
Graham walked on trying not to look too much at the posts, he finally came to what he was looking for, L.Wood. Graham fell to his knees tears flooding his eyes. Lucy Wood he knew only too well, only a year ago they were making plans to marry. Graham looked around, the posts went on for miles in each direction, and who was responsible? Who tore families apart, killed wizards as well as muggles, ruined countless lives? One name rung in his head and he had to say it, he felt his head would explode if he didn't. "Voldemort" he said, barely a whisper. Although he was astounded by his recklessness, he had to say it again. "Voldemort" he said louder, the rage boiling inside him like an urn about to explode. He looked at the clouded sky, the rain falling into his eyes making them sting, his anger was too much, he had to let it go. "VOLDEMORT!" He screamed into the night. He wanted to curse, to swear but no amount of swearing could portray his anger, he let the urn explode. "AAAAAAARRRRGGHHH" his feelings were beyond words.
Graham let himself fall to the ground, his tears spilling on to the already damp earth. He was muddy, he was wet but he didn't care. He stayed by that grave all night, he wanted her back, and he would give anything to have her back. Life wasn't fair; he began to cry again though he managed to stand up. He walked past the graves back to the entrance, he noticed an old tired man on his knees in front of S.Snape, Graham realised that this was Professor Dumbledore from Hogwarts, he wanted to say something but didn't, he walked past without a word.
Authors notes
Well, I hope you enjoyed that. I know what you're thinking "what the hell? That sounded more like Saving Private Ryan than Harry Potter! And where is Harry & Hermione, and Ron can't die!" Well I've been asked these questions before and my main reason for not using the real characters is merely because all of the HP fan-fiction I've read Harry, Hermione and Ron are all out of character. With people writing about Hermione getting with Draco and/or Ron, and Harry buying Ginny a Jade necklace for Valentines Day then getting with her. I was sick of it so I decided to make my own characters. And your wondering "that's all good but why make it sound like a war movie?" That is because I wanted to prove to friends that writers could portray the same world in different tense and with a different atmosphere. If you have any questions, or want to talk about the story, or want to say how much rubbish it is, please feel free to E-mail me. (TIP: listen to theme of movies The Rock and/or Terminator 2 while reading this ;))
P.S.
If the themes of The Rock and Terminator 2 make it too sad (I have seen friends eyes start watering reading this with that music) try listening to the theme of Starship Troopers for a different atmosphere.