A/N: Sorry about the long wait between chapters!! I have been really busy lately....and
no Em not with homework! Gymnastics takes up most of my spare time!!
Oh yeah...I've noticed that I have forgotten to put disclaimers in my last few
chapters...so here one is!
Disclaimer: I own nothing...J.K. Rowling and those people own all! If I owned Harry
Potter then do you think I would be sitting here at my computer on a Saturday morning
with nothing to do? I don't think so!
Now on with the story!!
Oops! Not yet...I have a question for you all! I am thinking of changing the story title to
The Mind-Orb and the Puddle of Blood. Please tell me what you think in a review or
e-mail!
Ok...now its time for the chapter!!
After Dumbledore left, Harry had just sat on his bed, with all sorts of thoughts
running through his head. They ranged from "Has Dumbledore finally snapped?" to
"What's Voldemort doing right now?" It was mostly thoughts centered around the second
of the two though. "Why me? Why did I have to be the one with the Mind-Orb, the only
one left in existence?" Harry wondered. "Because you are Harry Potter, the boy Who
Lived" answered a voice in the back of his mind. Harry sighed, then realized he was
utterly exhausted. He removed his clothing, and climbed into bed, drifting off at once.
When he awoke the next morning, he struggled to recall his dreams from the
night before, but to no avail. Then he remembered Dumbledore's suggestion. Harry
crawled out of bed, only to realize that it was only 6:30 am. Grumbling, he got dressed
and grabbed a quill and some parchment, then went over to his dresser and got the
Mind-Orb. He put the writing utensils on the dresser, and focused all his attention on the
orb, and thought about Voldemort.
"The Potter boy had better get here soon, I don't know how much more of this his friend
can take.....But lets not think about that right now.....I hope the raid on Hogsmead goes
well tonight.....if Malfoy messes up again, then I'll have to teach him a little lesson....."
Once again, Harry's scar exploded with pain, and he set the ord back down on
the dresser. Sighing, he picked up the quill and wrote what the orb had told him. Then, he tied the letter to Headwig, and gave her an affectionate pat before she soared out the window. He sat down on the bed, remembering the words 'raid on Hogsmead', and hoping that Dumbledore would be prepared. "Of course he will be!" he scolded himself. "This is Dumbledore we're talking about!"
Ok pplz...i am sssoooooooo sorry this chapter is short, but i'm havin writers block right now and i can't think of anyhitng else 2 write...but i felt bad about not posting so i went ahead and posted this...and i hope that yall aren't too mad. Review this with any suggestions you may have!!
no Em not with homework! Gymnastics takes up most of my spare time!!
Oh yeah...I've noticed that I have forgotten to put disclaimers in my last few
chapters...so here one is!
Disclaimer: I own nothing...J.K. Rowling and those people own all! If I owned Harry
Potter then do you think I would be sitting here at my computer on a Saturday morning
with nothing to do? I don't think so!
Now on with the story!!
Oops! Not yet...I have a question for you all! I am thinking of changing the story title to
The Mind-Orb and the Puddle of Blood. Please tell me what you think in a review or
e-mail!
Ok...now its time for the chapter!!
After Dumbledore left, Harry had just sat on his bed, with all sorts of thoughts
running through his head. They ranged from "Has Dumbledore finally snapped?" to
"What's Voldemort doing right now?" It was mostly thoughts centered around the second
of the two though. "Why me? Why did I have to be the one with the Mind-Orb, the only
one left in existence?" Harry wondered. "Because you are Harry Potter, the boy Who
Lived" answered a voice in the back of his mind. Harry sighed, then realized he was
utterly exhausted. He removed his clothing, and climbed into bed, drifting off at once.
When he awoke the next morning, he struggled to recall his dreams from the
night before, but to no avail. Then he remembered Dumbledore's suggestion. Harry
crawled out of bed, only to realize that it was only 6:30 am. Grumbling, he got dressed
and grabbed a quill and some parchment, then went over to his dresser and got the
Mind-Orb. He put the writing utensils on the dresser, and focused all his attention on the
orb, and thought about Voldemort.
"The Potter boy had better get here soon, I don't know how much more of this his friend
can take.....But lets not think about that right now.....I hope the raid on Hogsmead goes
well tonight.....if Malfoy messes up again, then I'll have to teach him a little lesson....."
Once again, Harry's scar exploded with pain, and he set the ord back down on
the dresser. Sighing, he picked up the quill and wrote what the orb had told him. Then, he tied the letter to Headwig, and gave her an affectionate pat before she soared out the window. He sat down on the bed, remembering the words 'raid on Hogsmead', and hoping that Dumbledore would be prepared. "Of course he will be!" he scolded himself. "This is Dumbledore we're talking about!"
Ok pplz...i am sssoooooooo sorry this chapter is short, but i'm havin writers block right now and i can't think of anyhitng else 2 write...but i felt bad about not posting so i went ahead and posted this...and i hope that yall aren't too mad. Review this with any suggestions you may have!!