The Mysterious Messenger
The car sped away from the Dursley's house. The bright lights flashed ahead on the way towards the Weasley's home. Harry smiled, a summer without the Dursleys. Yes!
Harry's eyes bore him crazed images as the car sped along. The two twins up front chuckled. They smiled as the wind whipped through their hair. Harry saw a sudden flash of red. Suddenly, he was flying through the air on his Firebolt. Beside a dark figure lay flying with the aid of a small flying saucer like object.
"The true challenge is thou," spoke the object. "What?" asked Harry bewildered. "Forgive thine self in front of thou and you shalt be rewarded," it said. "What?" replied Harry. "When the true test comes all will be understood. The guide is forgiveness of thineself, remember, and to thine own self be truthful."
Harry was suddenly tossed from his broom. "AAAAAAH! Help me!" yelled Harry. Suddenly something in Harry's head clicked, "Forgiveness of thineself is my guide, and may my sins be exonerated."
"Your evil sins are many and great. As are everyone's. You have been given the divine task to protect the holy one. She has been the one who has the beauty and grace of a cat. Her past is impeccable. She is without a doubt the next victim from the evil one's devilish hell and plot of mind. My words muddled, my powers all but gone, I leave her in your hands, I have done all that I can, please grant my request. You will forget this all."
A flash of gold sparks. His being transported to individual atoms. His head felt like a boat upon water. His life flashed. He was black.
"Harry! Harry! Mother Macramé, Harry! Harry wake up. Wake up," cried Fred. Harry's eyes fluttered open. George cried, "Harry, you mother fudger. You scared us to fudging hell! You bloody made me go in my pants. What happened to you man?"
Harry's vision was still not in focus. His eyes struggled to get a good view of what was happening. The picture flew in and out of focus. Harry moaned quietly. His mind was slipping. "Run, from the light." Muddled pictures flew into and out of his brain. "Wha-" he managed to say before his feebleness got better of him and sprawled him across the floor.
Harry awoke to seven faces all peering into his. His eyes were not focusing properly. He groped for his glasses. They were on. Gee, his head hurt. Where was he?
Slowly, after much time, his eyes showed the worried outlines of Hermione Granger, Fred and George Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley, and the two parents, Arthur and Molly Weasley.
"Hullo," said Harry feebly getting up from the floor. "Harry! Harry! Are you all right?" called Hermione from far away. "Where are you?" he mumbled.
Then Harry's mind snapped to reality. "Oh yeah, I'm OK, don't worry about that. Just a little bump on the head." Ginny ran and hugged Harry, "Oh Thank goodness you're all right."
"Yeah, where am I, what happened," asked Harry. Arthur and Molly exchanged dark looks. "You're at our house, dear," answered Ms. Weasley, finally. "Our brilliant sons chose to come and get you again," responded Ms. Weasley. "Oh," Harry replied unintelligibly.
Harry put his head back down on the pillow he was laying on. "Where is that guy? Where is my firebolt? Where is my stuff?" asked Harry who seemed to get a plethora of questions from nowhere. "What guy? Whatchu talkin' 'bout?" asked Fred.
"That guy, you know the one who told me forgiveness or something?" replied Harry. "Harry, you just fainted on the way here," answered George. "Maybe you dreamt it," agreed Ron. "Maybe but it was so real," Harry shot back.
"Dreams can be very real little one," said a voice in his head. "Do not continue talking about this." "What?" Harry asked out loud. "What what?" asked Hermione. "Quiet! I will help you when the time comes," replied the voice.
"I'm really not feeling well," pleaded Harry. "OK, sweetheart," said Ms. Weasley, her maternal instincts already kicking in. "Let me feel your forehead… Cool. OK, I'll let you sleep. No noises, OK, Fred, OK George?" "Yes mom," the twins answered simultaneously.
-------------Author's Note-----------
Ahh! That was a very confusing and perplexing chapter. I beseech of you to keep reading, it'll make sense soon enough. It's a whole Harry Potter book, like 400 or more or less pages. So I have a while to tell you about the story and for this to make sense. Keep reading! By the way if you're reading this, would you mind reading the Beings? Ts a good story that I hope you'll like, none of my originals but it have gotten a review. Thanks!
-Josh L. T.
(Next chapter is coming soon!)
Check out my favorite author: Rynye
The car sped away from the Dursley's house. The bright lights flashed ahead on the way towards the Weasley's home. Harry smiled, a summer without the Dursleys. Yes!
Harry's eyes bore him crazed images as the car sped along. The two twins up front chuckled. They smiled as the wind whipped through their hair. Harry saw a sudden flash of red. Suddenly, he was flying through the air on his Firebolt. Beside a dark figure lay flying with the aid of a small flying saucer like object.
"The true challenge is thou," spoke the object. "What?" asked Harry bewildered. "Forgive thine self in front of thou and you shalt be rewarded," it said. "What?" replied Harry. "When the true test comes all will be understood. The guide is forgiveness of thineself, remember, and to thine own self be truthful."
Harry was suddenly tossed from his broom. "AAAAAAH! Help me!" yelled Harry. Suddenly something in Harry's head clicked, "Forgiveness of thineself is my guide, and may my sins be exonerated."
"Your evil sins are many and great. As are everyone's. You have been given the divine task to protect the holy one. She has been the one who has the beauty and grace of a cat. Her past is impeccable. She is without a doubt the next victim from the evil one's devilish hell and plot of mind. My words muddled, my powers all but gone, I leave her in your hands, I have done all that I can, please grant my request. You will forget this all."
A flash of gold sparks. His being transported to individual atoms. His head felt like a boat upon water. His life flashed. He was black.
"Harry! Harry! Mother Macramé, Harry! Harry wake up. Wake up," cried Fred. Harry's eyes fluttered open. George cried, "Harry, you mother fudger. You scared us to fudging hell! You bloody made me go in my pants. What happened to you man?"
Harry's vision was still not in focus. His eyes struggled to get a good view of what was happening. The picture flew in and out of focus. Harry moaned quietly. His mind was slipping. "Run, from the light." Muddled pictures flew into and out of his brain. "Wha-" he managed to say before his feebleness got better of him and sprawled him across the floor.
Harry awoke to seven faces all peering into his. His eyes were not focusing properly. He groped for his glasses. They were on. Gee, his head hurt. Where was he?
Slowly, after much time, his eyes showed the worried outlines of Hermione Granger, Fred and George Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley, and the two parents, Arthur and Molly Weasley.
"Hullo," said Harry feebly getting up from the floor. "Harry! Harry! Are you all right?" called Hermione from far away. "Where are you?" he mumbled.
Then Harry's mind snapped to reality. "Oh yeah, I'm OK, don't worry about that. Just a little bump on the head." Ginny ran and hugged Harry, "Oh Thank goodness you're all right."
"Yeah, where am I, what happened," asked Harry. Arthur and Molly exchanged dark looks. "You're at our house, dear," answered Ms. Weasley, finally. "Our brilliant sons chose to come and get you again," responded Ms. Weasley. "Oh," Harry replied unintelligibly.
Harry put his head back down on the pillow he was laying on. "Where is that guy? Where is my firebolt? Where is my stuff?" asked Harry who seemed to get a plethora of questions from nowhere. "What guy? Whatchu talkin' 'bout?" asked Fred.
"That guy, you know the one who told me forgiveness or something?" replied Harry. "Harry, you just fainted on the way here," answered George. "Maybe you dreamt it," agreed Ron. "Maybe but it was so real," Harry shot back.
"Dreams can be very real little one," said a voice in his head. "Do not continue talking about this." "What?" Harry asked out loud. "What what?" asked Hermione. "Quiet! I will help you when the time comes," replied the voice.
"I'm really not feeling well," pleaded Harry. "OK, sweetheart," said Ms. Weasley, her maternal instincts already kicking in. "Let me feel your forehead… Cool. OK, I'll let you sleep. No noises, OK, Fred, OK George?" "Yes mom," the twins answered simultaneously.
-------------Author's Note-----------
Ahh! That was a very confusing and perplexing chapter. I beseech of you to keep reading, it'll make sense soon enough. It's a whole Harry Potter book, like 400 or more or less pages. So I have a while to tell you about the story and for this to make sense. Keep reading! By the way if you're reading this, would you mind reading the Beings? Ts a good story that I hope you'll like, none of my originals but it have gotten a review. Thanks!
-Josh L. T.
(Next chapter is coming soon!)
Check out my favorite author: Rynye