A/N: hello, in a hurry, so enjoy!
Disclaimer: don't own harry potter....yep...
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"Hey, don't jump to conclusions," Harry told me, but I could tell he knew what I did. Voldemort had taken Tyson Oliver. But... why?
Harry squeezed my hand... I remember when Tyson had done the same.
~FLASHBACK~
Tyson gave my hand a familiar squeeze as if to say to let it die, ignore Harry. So I did. Tyson always made so much sense, sometimes I wanted to strangle him. But then he would smile, and I couldn't touch a hair on his head.
~END FLASHBACK~
"Cas, snap out of it!" Harry snapped his fingers in front of my face, and I returned to Earth, to the horribly sad stares of my dearest friends. I didn't speak, so Harry stepped forward. "When did Tyson disappear?"
"An hour ago--oh, god, Cassie..." Lindy all of a sudden broke down sobbing.
"Estoy midea... muy midea por Tyson," Chela sobbed, sinking into the sofa.
"An hour..." Harry rubbed his chin. "Cassidy, how long do you suppose it's been since...?"
"Let's go!" I realized why our scars had hurt. I stopped suddenly, and Harry almost fell over me. "Harry... where are we supposed to find them?"
"Like I know." He cursed to himself.
This was not happening. I was Cassidy Emilia with a scar much like Harry's. I had the Mind-Over-Matter spell forever bestowed upon me. Voldemort killed my parents. He captured one of my few reasons for living, no doubt holding Tyson hostage for Harry and I to come after. But there was one flaw in the Dark Lord's plans: how were we supposed to know where to find Tyson?
"Do you suppose..."
"...Dumbledore would know?" I looked up sharply as he finished my sentence. Now was not the time for him to be messing with my head. With a dirty look from me, he tugged on my sleeve and we went to the Headmaster's office.
"Can I help you?" Dumbledore posed the question as we burst into his office, breathless. I got the strangest feeling that he knew why we were there, and it made me angry. Luckily, Harry remained calm and spoke first. What is up with people showing me up when it comes to being rational?
"Is it true that Tyson Oliver was taken by Voldemort?" Harry was surprisingly blunt, but I guess drastic times call for drastic... bluntness.
"I'm glad that you can be so candid," Dumbledore mused, slowly and placid. My blood boiled. How could he be so calm? Why wouldn't he just say something? I think I was the only student at Hogwarts who resented Dumbledore. Tyson, the person closest to me, was at the clutches of a magical maniac and all this guy could do was compliment Harry's ability to be forthright? This was too much. I exploded.
"Listen, buddy." I could hear the color drain from Harry's face as I got up in Dumbledore's face. "I happen to care a lot about Tyson Oliver. Now, we have two options: You can sit here and marvel over the fact that Harry doesn't beat around the bush, or you can help us find Tyson!"
I wanted to hit that man; he didn't even react. His smile just stayed on his twinkling face. "Miss Remscraw." He drew my attention. He had said the name. "Ms. Remscraw, it is quite true that Tyson Oliver was taken by Voldemort. But if you want to know where he is, I imagine you should ask Harry."
My eyes flashed with confusion as I turned to face Harry. He looked just as bewildered as me. "Harry, you took Tyson?"
"No!" He looked outraged as he stared at Dumbledore.
"I am not saying that," the old man explained quietly. "I'm just saying that, with the resources available, you should know, Harry."
It took Harry a moment, as I stood there, waiting anxiously for some prospect of where Tyson may be to pop into Harry's head. "Oh!" He looked enlightened.
"Congratulations, Harry, you've seen the light," I snapped, grabbing him by the collor of his robes. "Now, would you care to share your thoughts with the rest of us?"
"Come on, Cas!"
I sighed with frustration as he dragged me out again. "Think next time, you could tell me where we're going beforehand?"
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"Corpus ailment!" The Gryffindor portrait swung open, and Harry yanked me inside, and into the boys' room before I could ask to simply wait in the common room.
"Ugh, you guys are slobs!" I squealed, upon spotting a pair of dirty underwear and an undershirt growing moss littering the scarlett carpet. Harry was rummaging through drawer after drawer. "Harry, I don't think Tyson's locked up in your underwear drawer." Harry scowled at me, but continued his search.
"I'm looking for the Marauder's Map, mind you!" he retorted with a snort.
"Hmmm, I'm just going to pretend that I know what that is," I screeched. Maybe I shouldn't be so sardonic, but it wouldn't hurt if Harry was just a little bit more explanatory.
Harry didn't take notice of my nasty tone, but he did get on with the explanation. "Apparently, Dumbledore thinks that they're on Hogwarts grounds."
"What gave you that idea?" I was sure I hadn't heard the Headmaster say that, let alone anything that might be useful pertaining to Tyson Oliver's whereabouts.
"Here it is!" Harry triumphantly held up a withered piece of parchment.
"Wow, you found an old piece of toilet paper," I groaned.
"Yeah, and there's Tyson!" he pointed to an orange dot clearly labeled "Tyson Oliver."
I scrunched my eyes. "But why is he... there?"
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I already got reviews for this ch so I will post here for them and at the end of next ch.... Sry
Ch 7 Reviews:
David--ty, I hope the stuff is working ok w/ every1 else 2
SamWitch--lol, yes, not a mary sue, doncha love that? Well...
Cori--u think well...ty
Ch 8 Reviews:
David--I'll get to it, I'll get to it...
SamWitch--u made me laugh out loud... bounces from foot to foot? U shud try writing humor, not me
Evil*Fairy--ty very much for a very nice review... I will continue, don't worry.
Thankyou 2 every1... This is prob my most successful story so far. Although, Mind Reader did pretty well. I have one story, She, the Assassin that has only 2 reviews, so I'm prob not gonna write nemore 4 that. And I wrote one called "Rowena and Ricky~A Hogwarts Founders Story" and these two guys in their reviews thought they were history teachers, it was innacurate. This IS supposed 2 be a fic, right? When u review, please post thoughts... ty!
Disclaimer: don't own harry potter....yep...
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"Hey, don't jump to conclusions," Harry told me, but I could tell he knew what I did. Voldemort had taken Tyson Oliver. But... why?
Harry squeezed my hand... I remember when Tyson had done the same.
~FLASHBACK~
Tyson gave my hand a familiar squeeze as if to say to let it die, ignore Harry. So I did. Tyson always made so much sense, sometimes I wanted to strangle him. But then he would smile, and I couldn't touch a hair on his head.
~END FLASHBACK~
"Cas, snap out of it!" Harry snapped his fingers in front of my face, and I returned to Earth, to the horribly sad stares of my dearest friends. I didn't speak, so Harry stepped forward. "When did Tyson disappear?"
"An hour ago--oh, god, Cassie..." Lindy all of a sudden broke down sobbing.
"Estoy midea... muy midea por Tyson," Chela sobbed, sinking into the sofa.
"An hour..." Harry rubbed his chin. "Cassidy, how long do you suppose it's been since...?"
"Let's go!" I realized why our scars had hurt. I stopped suddenly, and Harry almost fell over me. "Harry... where are we supposed to find them?"
"Like I know." He cursed to himself.
This was not happening. I was Cassidy Emilia with a scar much like Harry's. I had the Mind-Over-Matter spell forever bestowed upon me. Voldemort killed my parents. He captured one of my few reasons for living, no doubt holding Tyson hostage for Harry and I to come after. But there was one flaw in the Dark Lord's plans: how were we supposed to know where to find Tyson?
"Do you suppose..."
"...Dumbledore would know?" I looked up sharply as he finished my sentence. Now was not the time for him to be messing with my head. With a dirty look from me, he tugged on my sleeve and we went to the Headmaster's office.
"Can I help you?" Dumbledore posed the question as we burst into his office, breathless. I got the strangest feeling that he knew why we were there, and it made me angry. Luckily, Harry remained calm and spoke first. What is up with people showing me up when it comes to being rational?
"Is it true that Tyson Oliver was taken by Voldemort?" Harry was surprisingly blunt, but I guess drastic times call for drastic... bluntness.
"I'm glad that you can be so candid," Dumbledore mused, slowly and placid. My blood boiled. How could he be so calm? Why wouldn't he just say something? I think I was the only student at Hogwarts who resented Dumbledore. Tyson, the person closest to me, was at the clutches of a magical maniac and all this guy could do was compliment Harry's ability to be forthright? This was too much. I exploded.
"Listen, buddy." I could hear the color drain from Harry's face as I got up in Dumbledore's face. "I happen to care a lot about Tyson Oliver. Now, we have two options: You can sit here and marvel over the fact that Harry doesn't beat around the bush, or you can help us find Tyson!"
I wanted to hit that man; he didn't even react. His smile just stayed on his twinkling face. "Miss Remscraw." He drew my attention. He had said the name. "Ms. Remscraw, it is quite true that Tyson Oliver was taken by Voldemort. But if you want to know where he is, I imagine you should ask Harry."
My eyes flashed with confusion as I turned to face Harry. He looked just as bewildered as me. "Harry, you took Tyson?"
"No!" He looked outraged as he stared at Dumbledore.
"I am not saying that," the old man explained quietly. "I'm just saying that, with the resources available, you should know, Harry."
It took Harry a moment, as I stood there, waiting anxiously for some prospect of where Tyson may be to pop into Harry's head. "Oh!" He looked enlightened.
"Congratulations, Harry, you've seen the light," I snapped, grabbing him by the collor of his robes. "Now, would you care to share your thoughts with the rest of us?"
"Come on, Cas!"
I sighed with frustration as he dragged me out again. "Think next time, you could tell me where we're going beforehand?"
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"Corpus ailment!" The Gryffindor portrait swung open, and Harry yanked me inside, and into the boys' room before I could ask to simply wait in the common room.
"Ugh, you guys are slobs!" I squealed, upon spotting a pair of dirty underwear and an undershirt growing moss littering the scarlett carpet. Harry was rummaging through drawer after drawer. "Harry, I don't think Tyson's locked up in your underwear drawer." Harry scowled at me, but continued his search.
"I'm looking for the Marauder's Map, mind you!" he retorted with a snort.
"Hmmm, I'm just going to pretend that I know what that is," I screeched. Maybe I shouldn't be so sardonic, but it wouldn't hurt if Harry was just a little bit more explanatory.
Harry didn't take notice of my nasty tone, but he did get on with the explanation. "Apparently, Dumbledore thinks that they're on Hogwarts grounds."
"What gave you that idea?" I was sure I hadn't heard the Headmaster say that, let alone anything that might be useful pertaining to Tyson Oliver's whereabouts.
"Here it is!" Harry triumphantly held up a withered piece of parchment.
"Wow, you found an old piece of toilet paper," I groaned.
"Yeah, and there's Tyson!" he pointed to an orange dot clearly labeled "Tyson Oliver."
I scrunched my eyes. "But why is he... there?"
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I already got reviews for this ch so I will post here for them and at the end of next ch.... Sry
Ch 7 Reviews:
David--ty, I hope the stuff is working ok w/ every1 else 2
SamWitch--lol, yes, not a mary sue, doncha love that? Well...
Cori--u think well...ty
Ch 8 Reviews:
David--I'll get to it, I'll get to it...
SamWitch--u made me laugh out loud... bounces from foot to foot? U shud try writing humor, not me
Evil*Fairy--ty very much for a very nice review... I will continue, don't worry.
Thankyou 2 every1... This is prob my most successful story so far. Although, Mind Reader did pretty well. I have one story, She, the Assassin that has only 2 reviews, so I'm prob not gonna write nemore 4 that. And I wrote one called "Rowena and Ricky~A Hogwarts Founders Story" and these two guys in their reviews thought they were history teachers, it was innacurate. This IS supposed 2 be a fic, right? When u review, please post thoughts... ty!