Harry Potter and the Fallen Angel
Harry Potter theme and related characters are property of J.K. Rowling. Plot and characters Hercule Stonewall and Renate Engl are property of Meisako Pyoko-Chan (Melissa Pomeroy), copyright 2002. Any and all reviews appriaciated.
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chapter Twenty One: Slaughtered Like Cattle
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I want to give a special thanks to those of you who have been faithful in reviewing my Fan Fiction: Rachel, Leanne, Amanda J, Lotesse, Taracollwen (SuNnY GuRL), Kitty c., and Hermione Radcliffe. If it hadn't been for you guys, I don't think I'd keep writing! Love ya! You are my inspiration!
BTW: Lotesse, Taracollwen, Kitty c., and Hermione Radcliffe-- Keep writing! I love your stories!
Leanne: Don't hate me! It's the chapter after this, I promise! :)
WARNING!! You all are going to hate me even more after this chapter!!
*****
When Harry re-entered the Great Hall, people were too busy spreading rumors to notice him take his seat across from Hermione at the Gryffindor table, followed by two wizards, a witch, and a black dog. They congured invisible chairs and seated themselves around Harry, who was feeling increasingly stupid.
Hermione smiled at Remus. "Hello, Professor Lupin. How are you these days?"
"Well, I should say Miss Granger. Although I could be better, I haven't eaten for some time."
"Eat something, then." Harry said, handing 'Snuffles' a peice of bacon. By the time they had eaten their fill, every student had practically his fill of rumors. Harry and Hermione stood to leave when some one grabbed his sleeve.
"Harry! Is it true? Are they taking you away?" Cho Chang asked fearfully.
"Is what true?"
"That- you went crazy last night... and they're sending you to the nut house!?"
Harry had to laugh. "No, really. Everything is fine." Cho nodded but looked at the Order skeptically. Sirius gave his doggy grin, but luckily, only Harry saw it.
As Harry and Hermione (along with the others) approached Hagrid's hut for Care of Magical Creatures, Draco Malfoy sneered at them. "Has Potter got his puppy to be a bodyguard? Pathetic! If you're really that scared about the attacks, maybe you should run home to your mummy- oh, wait! Potter hasn't got a mu-"
"Hold your tongue Mr. Malfoy!" Lupin and the others in the Order had raised their wands to him. "Harry is not to be triffled with, not by the likes of you, anyhow." Malfoy grew quiet.
Hermione touched Harry's clentched fist gently. "Don't listen to him Harry- He's just a creep."
Hagrid finally exited his hut and prodded over to the students. "'Ow many of you can tell meh what a Lammasu is?" No one, not even Hermione, knew. Hagrid smiled. "Great! Come on out, Rakshasa!" Hagrid yelled at his hut.
A few students screamed as a large creature came out of the hut. It was inconceivable how it fit in the hut at all. Once outside, it unfurled its 15 foot eagle wings and Parvati Patil let out a mystified "Ooohhh..." The creature appeared to be a full male lion with large feathery wings. the most peculiar part of the creature, however, was not the wings, but it's face. The creature held the countanance of a kind, gentle, and wise man.
"This, class, is a Lammasu. They 'ave lots o' knowledge and spend thar lives doin' good an' fightin' the bad. They dun tolerate people who have bad 'earts very well, but," Hagrid chuckled, "I've talked to 'im and he's said he'll stand yeh fur the time bein'. Mind yeh, if ye ain't too pure, yeh ain't likely ter be talked ter."
"Talk? Ra- Rashk- Rakas... He can talk?" Lavender Brown asked confused.
"Rakshasa, and yes, my dear, talk. I must talk to be able to give the advice I am known for, mustn't I?" Rakshasa said kindly.
There was a chorus of glee as the magical creature spoke. "Do you only speak English?" Dean Thomas asked.
"No, kind sir, I speak many languages."
"Prove it," Draco Malfoy challenged, stepping forward.
Rakshasa glowered at Malfoy. "Rakshasa, uh- sir. Could you give us an example, please?" Asked a timid Slytherin girl from behind Pansy Parkinson, Harry never really caught her name.
"Why, certainly my dear." The girl's face lit up when he replied.
"That means I've a good heart!" she whispered excitedly to her friend.
Rakshasa cleared his throat and said something in the most beautiful language Harry had ever heard. "Ior wur Osrir kiwoodbinir soin winidquiif`qui iquiveid arl ohe berr lanhe iid rehe nihequiid idisir. Idoi woidir, vimi Idoi idorl arl mioqui veid ohe mihe kizeidi. Ohe venri Idoi, lest ohe oukinvehei Idoi..." It was distant, yet bright- Like the twinkling of a star, sweet and fresh like honey, and it rolled over his tongue like waves lapping on sand at the beach. Harry noticed something familiar about the language...
Lavender sighed. "Ohh-- It's beautiful!" Rakshasa bowed and smiled, while Renate twisted her glove in her hand.
Something inside Harry clicked. "Rakshasa, what is that language you just spoke?"
The Lammasu smiled. "Celestial- The language of the Angels." Harry's heart leapt, his parent's had spoken that language in his dreams, it was no wonder he didn't understand. Rakshasa looked Harry over and approached. "Shall I give you some advice, Harry Potter?" Harry nodded, slightly eager, but otherwise scared. "Have faith in yourself and others, but trust your fate into your own hands, never depend wholely on another. Your journey is long and grave, your mission beyond all doubt difficult, but Begin with confidence, and trust your heart. No matter the path, let no one influence you in your quest. Do these things and you shall be victorious."
The Order of the Pheonix looked at each other. "Rakshasa-- can you read his fate?" Mrs. Figg asked.
He shook his mighty mane. "I am wise, but I know of nothing that can save a person and guide their soul, lest he believes in himself."
Rakshasa was bombarded with questions after his great adivce.
"Should I dye my hair?"
"When is the best time to tell my parents that I failed my last Potions test?"
"How do I become an idol singer?"
"What advice could you give me?"
"How do I get on Filch's good side?"
Rakshasa answered as much as he could, of those he deemed worthy, when Hagrid interrupted. "Now, now. Rakshasa can only stand so many questions in one day!" He laughed. "Let's get on with the notes."
The rest of the class period was spent learning about the skills and feats of a Lammasu. Afterwards, the majority of the Slytherins complained that Rakshasa was prejudice, which they all knew he wasn't. He was only judging by the character of their hearts, which, by any standards, was enough to go by.
When they finally entered Hogwarts, 'Snuffles' bounded off. "Where's he going? Charms is this way--"
"Oh, Harry. I forgot to tell you. He said that being a dog all of the time was tiring, so he went to get a cloak. To walk around as a person, you know." Fletcher said. Harry nodded and made his way with Hermione and the Order to Professor Flitwick's classroom. They spent the classtime learning Ennervate and Ferula spells. It was difficult to practice, seeing how the spell's recipiant must be unconscience or have a broken limb. All throughout the class, Sirius did not show up.
"Perhaps he didn't want to interrupt class-" Lupin suggested. As they walked to lunch, they still saw no sign of Harry's godfather.
"I'd feel better if he was here, though. I'd really like him to be with me in Potions. I don't know if I could stand it otherwise..." Harry said as he took a seat at the table for lunch. Harry looked up to see a horrified looked play across Hermione's face. "Something wrong, Hermes?"
Her eyes were wide and her lips barely moved as they spelled out "Behind you". Harry quickly turned, but saw no one out of the usual.
"What was it, Hermione?"
"Oh, I thought I saw Stonewall." Hermione shook her head and sat down. "But I guess I was just imagining things..."
"Who's Stonewall?" Lupin asked, leaning interestedly on the table. Before Harry could answer everything went black. There were screams and shouts of panic. "Harry! Harry!"
"I'm right here Professor Lupin! I'm right here!"
"Harry! I can't see you!" Hermione's voice was full of panic.
Students began to scream and shove past them violently. "Students, PLEAZE! Calm down! 'Ave no fear! Ze teachers will work zis out! Please be calm!" Professor Delacour was somewhere at the end of the Gryffindor table. Harry could hear some other teachers giving the same instructions at various points throughout the Great Hall.
"Harry- Stay right here, I don't want you to move... Hermione, you, too." Mudungus Fletcher ordered, taking a hold on Harry's arm. Harry began to panic. It was mid-afternoon and the candles in there enchanted to always be lit- Why wasn't there any light? Surely the windows--
There was a loud smashing sound as the stained glass windows along the Great Hall's walls shattered into hundreds of peices. Students screamed louder and rushed past more panic like as shards of glass landed on their heads, cutting their arms and faces. Harry dropped to the floor and covered his head, screaming.
"What's going on?! What's happening?!" Mrs. Figg pulled out her wand. The other two followed suit. With the window panes gone there was a bit of light, but still not enough to figure out what exactly was going on. Harry watched the silhouttes of students running past.
"Harry! Harry! It's Stonewall!" Hermione pointed in horror as a tall figure in a long grey cloak strode quickly towards them. Hermione grabbed Harry's sleeve and pulled him under the table. The Order of the Pheonix aim their wands at Stonewall.
"Stop there, you!" Lupin shouted.
There was an earpeircing scream of pain- No, it was a chorus. Great wails of pain and horror echoed through the Great Hall, and an errie white glow flooded under the table. Harry clentched his eyes shut tight and covered his ears, but through his hands he could still hear Hermione crying besides him.
It became deathly, sickly silent. Harry moved his hands away from his ears in time to hear stomache wrenching thuds, one after another... Harry opened his eyes and saw the last one fall, a student, sickenly to the ground, landing in a disturbing position. Harry nudged Hermione, and she opened her eyes slowly. Together they crawled out from under the table.
"My dear Lord..."
"THis is the work of Voldemort! He must be here!"
"Are they all -- DEAD?"
Harry looked around and instantly wished he hadn't left the safety from under the table. All around him lay the soul-less bodies of more than fifty students of various houses. The Order stood where they had stood before, horrified, their wands remained unused.
Sunlight slowly filtered back in through paneless windows, as if a black curtain was being drawn away. From where he knelt, Harry could see that every teacher had escaped and the majority of the students had, too. Some students remained pinned against the walls or, like Harry, were cowering under the tables, a few students crept back slowly into the Great Hall from the corridor. All of them, began to cry.
Professor Dumbledore looked stricken with greif and turmoil. "Minerva; fetch Sibyll and tell her to have the Nineth Eye here by tomorrow. The saiance must begin as soon as possible. Hagrid; get Madam Pomfrey and-" Harry's ears pounded and began to burn as he looked at the sea of fallen students. He couldn't hear anything anymore, his heart began to race and he shook. Walking slowly at first, and then taking to a sprint, Harry went to the center of the attack. He passed his friends, people he loved and cared for-- Ginny, Neville, Dean, Dennis Creevy, Justin Finch-Fletchy, Susan Bones, Terry Boot, Renate Engl... Harry knelt beside Renate's body, most concerned with the person she had fallen on- a person drapped in a long, grey cloak...
Harry moved Renate over. "It wasn't Stonewall who attacked, or he wouldn't be here amongst the victims... certainly not on the bottom of the pile." Harry whispered to himself, trying to sort through everything.
"Harry- It's Ginny..." Hermione's voice was weak and quiet behind him. Harry didn't respond.
"Maybe it's not Stonewall afterall--" No, it was the same cloak, the same shoes, the same aftershave... Harry's heart leapt. He knew that aftershave. Harry lifted a hand to the head of the cloak, daring to pull it back. He could feel eyes on him, watching his every move. 'Please let it be a disfigured face, decaying or skeletal-- Please, anything thing but...'
Harry took in a deep breath as he pulled the cloak back quickly. "No!" Harry stared in horror at the face beneath the cloth, shaking violently. He began to cry- loud and sorrowful. Every students and teacher remaining turned to see Harry Potter, leaning over the quickly chilling body of his godfather, Sirius Black.
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I was typing this up an my mom handed me this letter. It was thick and yellowish- With a BIG gold 'H' seal on the back. My heart kinda went pounding and my hands started to shake as I opened it, thinking, "I can't believe it! Hogwarts, finally! A Bit late... but oh well!" I opened it and... It was just a letter from the President about me joining an Honor Group in Washington D.C. for academically gifted students who should promise in leadership... Yadda yadda... HOGWARTS! I'm still waiting!!
Uh... I don't want to have an interview today, seeing how I have a *special* guest tomorrow (A/N: Gee, I wonder who?), but I would like to mention somethings I only noticed/found/rmembered out about AFTER creating my story and typing the majority of it.
Percy's owl's name is Hermes (Prisoner of Azkaban), just like Hermione's new nickname! :)
Sirius Black's undercover name, Stonewall, was the name of the secondary school Harry was going to go to in the the Sorcerer's Stone, while Dudley went to Smeltings.
Rumor has it that we will find out why some people become ghosts and others don't in the next book, Order of the Pheonix (from Muggle.net), and that's what my story is partly about!
Wow- what coinsidinces! :) I only found these out AFTER writing my story- JK Rowling and I must think alike! *struck by lightning bolt* Forgive oh Wise One! I did not mean to insult you! *bows repeatedly* I'd like to remind you to never insult the god of the Wizarding world- she gets angry...
I just feel like promoting this site today: http://www.expage.com/hogwarts2202 this is Hogwarts and we are begining to run smoothly. hope to see you there!
I have a new E-Mail: Slytherin_Angel@MostlySunny.com Please email me! :) I'd like that.
Harry Potter theme and related characters are property of J.K. Rowling. Plot and characters Hercule Stonewall and Renate Engl are property of Meisako Pyoko-Chan (Melissa Pomeroy), copyright 2002. Any and all reviews appriaciated.
chapter Twenty One: Slaughtered Like Cattle
I want to give a special thanks to those of you who have been faithful in reviewing my Fan Fiction: Rachel, Leanne, Amanda J, Lotesse, Taracollwen (SuNnY GuRL), Kitty c., and Hermione Radcliffe. If it hadn't been for you guys, I don't think I'd keep writing! Love ya! You are my inspiration!
BTW: Lotesse, Taracollwen, Kitty c., and Hermione Radcliffe-- Keep writing! I love your stories!
Leanne: Don't hate me! It's the chapter after this, I promise! :)
WARNING!! You all are going to hate me even more after this chapter!!
*****
When Harry re-entered the Great Hall, people were too busy spreading rumors to notice him take his seat across from Hermione at the Gryffindor table, followed by two wizards, a witch, and a black dog. They congured invisible chairs and seated themselves around Harry, who was feeling increasingly stupid.
Hermione smiled at Remus. "Hello, Professor Lupin. How are you these days?"
"Well, I should say Miss Granger. Although I could be better, I haven't eaten for some time."
"Eat something, then." Harry said, handing 'Snuffles' a peice of bacon. By the time they had eaten their fill, every student had practically his fill of rumors. Harry and Hermione stood to leave when some one grabbed his sleeve.
"Harry! Is it true? Are they taking you away?" Cho Chang asked fearfully.
"Is what true?"
"That- you went crazy last night... and they're sending you to the nut house!?"
Harry had to laugh. "No, really. Everything is fine." Cho nodded but looked at the Order skeptically. Sirius gave his doggy grin, but luckily, only Harry saw it.
As Harry and Hermione (along with the others) approached Hagrid's hut for Care of Magical Creatures, Draco Malfoy sneered at them. "Has Potter got his puppy to be a bodyguard? Pathetic! If you're really that scared about the attacks, maybe you should run home to your mummy- oh, wait! Potter hasn't got a mu-"
"Hold your tongue Mr. Malfoy!" Lupin and the others in the Order had raised their wands to him. "Harry is not to be triffled with, not by the likes of you, anyhow." Malfoy grew quiet.
Hermione touched Harry's clentched fist gently. "Don't listen to him Harry- He's just a creep."
Hagrid finally exited his hut and prodded over to the students. "'Ow many of you can tell meh what a Lammasu is?" No one, not even Hermione, knew. Hagrid smiled. "Great! Come on out, Rakshasa!" Hagrid yelled at his hut.
A few students screamed as a large creature came out of the hut. It was inconceivable how it fit in the hut at all. Once outside, it unfurled its 15 foot eagle wings and Parvati Patil let out a mystified "Ooohhh..." The creature appeared to be a full male lion with large feathery wings. the most peculiar part of the creature, however, was not the wings, but it's face. The creature held the countanance of a kind, gentle, and wise man.
"This, class, is a Lammasu. They 'ave lots o' knowledge and spend thar lives doin' good an' fightin' the bad. They dun tolerate people who have bad 'earts very well, but," Hagrid chuckled, "I've talked to 'im and he's said he'll stand yeh fur the time bein'. Mind yeh, if ye ain't too pure, yeh ain't likely ter be talked ter."
"Talk? Ra- Rashk- Rakas... He can talk?" Lavender Brown asked confused.
"Rakshasa, and yes, my dear, talk. I must talk to be able to give the advice I am known for, mustn't I?" Rakshasa said kindly.
There was a chorus of glee as the magical creature spoke. "Do you only speak English?" Dean Thomas asked.
"No, kind sir, I speak many languages."
"Prove it," Draco Malfoy challenged, stepping forward.
Rakshasa glowered at Malfoy. "Rakshasa, uh- sir. Could you give us an example, please?" Asked a timid Slytherin girl from behind Pansy Parkinson, Harry never really caught her name.
"Why, certainly my dear." The girl's face lit up when he replied.
"That means I've a good heart!" she whispered excitedly to her friend.
Rakshasa cleared his throat and said something in the most beautiful language Harry had ever heard. "Ior wur Osrir kiwoodbinir soin winidquiif`qui iquiveid arl ohe berr lanhe iid rehe nihequiid idisir. Idoi woidir, vimi Idoi idorl arl mioqui veid ohe mihe kizeidi. Ohe venri Idoi, lest ohe oukinvehei Idoi..." It was distant, yet bright- Like the twinkling of a star, sweet and fresh like honey, and it rolled over his tongue like waves lapping on sand at the beach. Harry noticed something familiar about the language...
Lavender sighed. "Ohh-- It's beautiful!" Rakshasa bowed and smiled, while Renate twisted her glove in her hand.
Something inside Harry clicked. "Rakshasa, what is that language you just spoke?"
The Lammasu smiled. "Celestial- The language of the Angels." Harry's heart leapt, his parent's had spoken that language in his dreams, it was no wonder he didn't understand. Rakshasa looked Harry over and approached. "Shall I give you some advice, Harry Potter?" Harry nodded, slightly eager, but otherwise scared. "Have faith in yourself and others, but trust your fate into your own hands, never depend wholely on another. Your journey is long and grave, your mission beyond all doubt difficult, but Begin with confidence, and trust your heart. No matter the path, let no one influence you in your quest. Do these things and you shall be victorious."
The Order of the Pheonix looked at each other. "Rakshasa-- can you read his fate?" Mrs. Figg asked.
He shook his mighty mane. "I am wise, but I know of nothing that can save a person and guide their soul, lest he believes in himself."
Rakshasa was bombarded with questions after his great adivce.
"Should I dye my hair?"
"When is the best time to tell my parents that I failed my last Potions test?"
"How do I become an idol singer?"
"What advice could you give me?"
"How do I get on Filch's good side?"
Rakshasa answered as much as he could, of those he deemed worthy, when Hagrid interrupted. "Now, now. Rakshasa can only stand so many questions in one day!" He laughed. "Let's get on with the notes."
The rest of the class period was spent learning about the skills and feats of a Lammasu. Afterwards, the majority of the Slytherins complained that Rakshasa was prejudice, which they all knew he wasn't. He was only judging by the character of their hearts, which, by any standards, was enough to go by.
When they finally entered Hogwarts, 'Snuffles' bounded off. "Where's he going? Charms is this way--"
"Oh, Harry. I forgot to tell you. He said that being a dog all of the time was tiring, so he went to get a cloak. To walk around as a person, you know." Fletcher said. Harry nodded and made his way with Hermione and the Order to Professor Flitwick's classroom. They spent the classtime learning Ennervate and Ferula spells. It was difficult to practice, seeing how the spell's recipiant must be unconscience or have a broken limb. All throughout the class, Sirius did not show up.
"Perhaps he didn't want to interrupt class-" Lupin suggested. As they walked to lunch, they still saw no sign of Harry's godfather.
"I'd feel better if he was here, though. I'd really like him to be with me in Potions. I don't know if I could stand it otherwise..." Harry said as he took a seat at the table for lunch. Harry looked up to see a horrified looked play across Hermione's face. "Something wrong, Hermes?"
Her eyes were wide and her lips barely moved as they spelled out "Behind you". Harry quickly turned, but saw no one out of the usual.
"What was it, Hermione?"
"Oh, I thought I saw Stonewall." Hermione shook her head and sat down. "But I guess I was just imagining things..."
"Who's Stonewall?" Lupin asked, leaning interestedly on the table. Before Harry could answer everything went black. There were screams and shouts of panic. "Harry! Harry!"
"I'm right here Professor Lupin! I'm right here!"
"Harry! I can't see you!" Hermione's voice was full of panic.
Students began to scream and shove past them violently. "Students, PLEAZE! Calm down! 'Ave no fear! Ze teachers will work zis out! Please be calm!" Professor Delacour was somewhere at the end of the Gryffindor table. Harry could hear some other teachers giving the same instructions at various points throughout the Great Hall.
"Harry- Stay right here, I don't want you to move... Hermione, you, too." Mudungus Fletcher ordered, taking a hold on Harry's arm. Harry began to panic. It was mid-afternoon and the candles in there enchanted to always be lit- Why wasn't there any light? Surely the windows--
There was a loud smashing sound as the stained glass windows along the Great Hall's walls shattered into hundreds of peices. Students screamed louder and rushed past more panic like as shards of glass landed on their heads, cutting their arms and faces. Harry dropped to the floor and covered his head, screaming.
"What's going on?! What's happening?!" Mrs. Figg pulled out her wand. The other two followed suit. With the window panes gone there was a bit of light, but still not enough to figure out what exactly was going on. Harry watched the silhouttes of students running past.
"Harry! Harry! It's Stonewall!" Hermione pointed in horror as a tall figure in a long grey cloak strode quickly towards them. Hermione grabbed Harry's sleeve and pulled him under the table. The Order of the Pheonix aim their wands at Stonewall.
"Stop there, you!" Lupin shouted.
There was an earpeircing scream of pain- No, it was a chorus. Great wails of pain and horror echoed through the Great Hall, and an errie white glow flooded under the table. Harry clentched his eyes shut tight and covered his ears, but through his hands he could still hear Hermione crying besides him.
It became deathly, sickly silent. Harry moved his hands away from his ears in time to hear stomache wrenching thuds, one after another... Harry opened his eyes and saw the last one fall, a student, sickenly to the ground, landing in a disturbing position. Harry nudged Hermione, and she opened her eyes slowly. Together they crawled out from under the table.
"My dear Lord..."
"THis is the work of Voldemort! He must be here!"
"Are they all -- DEAD?"
Harry looked around and instantly wished he hadn't left the safety from under the table. All around him lay the soul-less bodies of more than fifty students of various houses. The Order stood where they had stood before, horrified, their wands remained unused.
Sunlight slowly filtered back in through paneless windows, as if a black curtain was being drawn away. From where he knelt, Harry could see that every teacher had escaped and the majority of the students had, too. Some students remained pinned against the walls or, like Harry, were cowering under the tables, a few students crept back slowly into the Great Hall from the corridor. All of them, began to cry.
Professor Dumbledore looked stricken with greif and turmoil. "Minerva; fetch Sibyll and tell her to have the Nineth Eye here by tomorrow. The saiance must begin as soon as possible. Hagrid; get Madam Pomfrey and-" Harry's ears pounded and began to burn as he looked at the sea of fallen students. He couldn't hear anything anymore, his heart began to race and he shook. Walking slowly at first, and then taking to a sprint, Harry went to the center of the attack. He passed his friends, people he loved and cared for-- Ginny, Neville, Dean, Dennis Creevy, Justin Finch-Fletchy, Susan Bones, Terry Boot, Renate Engl... Harry knelt beside Renate's body, most concerned with the person she had fallen on- a person drapped in a long, grey cloak...
Harry moved Renate over. "It wasn't Stonewall who attacked, or he wouldn't be here amongst the victims... certainly not on the bottom of the pile." Harry whispered to himself, trying to sort through everything.
"Harry- It's Ginny..." Hermione's voice was weak and quiet behind him. Harry didn't respond.
"Maybe it's not Stonewall afterall--" No, it was the same cloak, the same shoes, the same aftershave... Harry's heart leapt. He knew that aftershave. Harry lifted a hand to the head of the cloak, daring to pull it back. He could feel eyes on him, watching his every move. 'Please let it be a disfigured face, decaying or skeletal-- Please, anything thing but...'
Harry took in a deep breath as he pulled the cloak back quickly. "No!" Harry stared in horror at the face beneath the cloth, shaking violently. He began to cry- loud and sorrowful. Every students and teacher remaining turned to see Harry Potter, leaning over the quickly chilling body of his godfather, Sirius Black.
I was typing this up an my mom handed me this letter. It was thick and yellowish- With a BIG gold 'H' seal on the back. My heart kinda went pounding and my hands started to shake as I opened it, thinking, "I can't believe it! Hogwarts, finally! A Bit late... but oh well!" I opened it and... It was just a letter from the President about me joining an Honor Group in Washington D.C. for academically gifted students who should promise in leadership... Yadda yadda... HOGWARTS! I'm still waiting!!
Uh... I don't want to have an interview today, seeing how I have a *special* guest tomorrow (A/N: Gee, I wonder who?), but I would like to mention somethings I only noticed/found/rmembered out about AFTER creating my story and typing the majority of it.
Percy's owl's name is Hermes (Prisoner of Azkaban), just like Hermione's new nickname! :)
Sirius Black's undercover name, Stonewall, was the name of the secondary school Harry was going to go to in the the Sorcerer's Stone, while Dudley went to Smeltings.
Rumor has it that we will find out why some people become ghosts and others don't in the next book, Order of the Pheonix (from Muggle.net), and that's what my story is partly about!
Wow- what coinsidinces! :) I only found these out AFTER writing my story- JK Rowling and I must think alike! *struck by lightning bolt* Forgive oh Wise One! I did not mean to insult you! *bows repeatedly* I'd like to remind you to never insult the god of the Wizarding world- she gets angry...
I just feel like promoting this site today: http://www.expage.com/hogwarts2202 this is Hogwarts and we are begining to run smoothly. hope to see you there!
I have a new E-Mail: Slytherin_Angel@MostlySunny.com Please email me! :) I'd like that.