"It has begun," the girl said simply. "It has begun."
Meanwhile, back at number four, Privet Drive, a blood-curling scream echoed down into the dinning room. Everyone at the dinning table, except Lily Woldim, went stock-still as the effects of the scream absorbed into their brains. As they sat there, as still as statues, Lily began making queer signs. At once, everyone started talking again.
"Oh I'm terribly sorry but we have to leave. We have a — um —"
"HARRY!"
"A doctor's appointment! Yes! We have a doctor's appointment and it's in — ah —"
"Couldn't you stay a little longer?"
"Ten minutes! We're terribly sorry but we seemed to have — er — forgotten all about it!"
"Mum!"
The Woldims all wanted to get out of the house as fast as they could, with the exception of Lily of course. She seemed not to be bothered by anything. Anyway, Mrs. Woldim was fumbling with her coat as so was Mr. Woldim all the while explaining a mile a minute why they had to leave. Suddenly, Harry let out another terrifying scream and sent the Woldims all scrambling out the door, Mrs. Woldim tripping on the carpet on the way out. Several car doors slammed and the screeching of rubber on the street could be heard speeding away.
The look on Uncle Vernon face was livid enough to burn the house down. He was fuming and his already pinkish face seemed to become redder by the moment. Aunt Petunia's face was filled with fear and she was ringing her hands feverishly and mumbling to herself. Occasionally she would glance up at the stairway where the screams came from and moved closer to her "precious" Dudley.
"THAT IS IT!!" Uncle Vernon had reached his highest tolerance level. With a loud bang, Uncle Vernon slammed his fork down on the table, ripped the napkin hanging from his collar off, and pounded up the stairs up to Harry's room.
Harry by that time was searing from the pain and was thrashing around the ground still clutching his burning, bright, emerald-green scar. Hedwig was flapping around wildly in her cage feeling helpless. She needed to help her master! However, the door suddenly burst open right then and a purple-faced Vernon walked through, almost falling through the hole in the floor, and carrying a long, thin willow stick in his right hand. He walked right up to where Harry lay, nearly unconscious on the floor.
"YOU LITTLE —," Uncle Vernon started but he didn't get to finish his sentence. An intense, indigo light suddenly burst out of nowhere swallowing Harry's entire frame. Harry was now fully oblivious to anything around him and his scar became a blinding emerald-green. The blue light was radiating out the window of his room and out into the dark night sky where it broke up and twisted into a flying…well, thing.
If there was a world record of changing emotions in the least time, Uncle Vernon would have broke it. His face changed from anger to shock to fright to anger again and then to anxiety in less then half a minute (not to mention his face colors). He was now pale from the fright, shock, and all the other emotions he had experience in the last five minutes from watching Harry. It might have looked like he was put in the full body bind spell because his back was ridge with his arms sticking to his side and his legs directly under him with his eyes wide open. Then, just as suddenly as it had started, the indigo light vanished and Harry's scar returned to normal. Getting the feeling in his legs again, Uncle Vernon ran out of the place as fast as he could. He didn't care what happened as long as he was as far away as possible from Harry and his room.
What's that noise? thought Harry.
"HOOT!"
Hedwig was hooting in Harry's ear. She managed to break the lock on her cage after Uncle Vernon ran out of the room like a speeding bullet. She knew exactly what was wrong even though she never experienced it and she also knew that if Harry didn't wake up before 12 hours he would be gone from the Living world. How she knew would be a mystery forever but thank Merlin she did because the Boy-who-lived would have become the Boy-who-died if he were left on the floor, which was why she'd been hooting in Harry's ear continuously since eight o'clock last night. Hedwig wanted to give up then and there but if as an answer to her prayers, Harry stirred.
The emerald-green eyes snapped opened at the sound of her eighty-third hoot. Looking for the source of the sound he turned his head to the left and found a pair of jewel-bright eyes staring straight back into his, filled with worry.
"Hey Hedwig," Harry said weakly. A massive headache rocked Harry's head. The anxiety in Hedwig's bright owl eyes melted when she saw that Harry was awake. Then she flew to one of Harry's trunks and seemed to be looking for something. When she found it, she used her beak to grab the item of choice and flew back to Harry who was watching, curiosity written all over his face. His mouth broke into a big grin when he found out what Hedwig was holding.
"Thanks! Good girl."
Hedwig hooted her pleasure and flew back to her nest where the two owlets were watching.
Harry used the bandages Hedwig brought her to clean and wrap up his scar. It was bleeding dark, red blood down onto his face. When he was done, he wrote a letter to Sirius:
'Dear Padfoot,
Hey! How is everything going for you and Buckbeak? I'm fine. Nothing much has happened except I had this massive headache where my scar started to bleed. I have no idea why its bleeding but don't get worried over it. On the brighter side, guess what? Hedwig had owlets! The twins are named Starlight, for the girl, and Silvertip, for the boy because his wings have a little speck of silver at the tips. They are both adorable and (I hope) very reliable. I'm going to sneak out to Ron's house today but DON'T TELL HIM! I want it to be a surprise because I'm getting sooooo bored staying at the wearisome Dursleys' house. Dudley is even more unbearable this year. I'll see you at Diagon Alley at the corner of the Leaky Cauldron, okay?
Your godson,
Harry
P.S. Would you ever tell me where you stay?'
Harry read it over to make sure it didn't sound like a desperate call for help. When he was satisfied, he whistled for Hedwig and gave her the letter. After telling her who to take it to, he flung opened the window and threw Hedwig through it. Then he went to pack up his stuff.
Five minutes later, Harry was walking down the stairs when he heard a shriek and the crashing and clattering of china on the floor. Then he heard running and went down to investigate. What he saw was creepy. Instead of the usual neatness of the living room, he saw a pigsty. Books and old newspapers were all over the floor; a broken lamp lay in smithereens underneath a heap of cushions. The curtains were ripped and the sofa was moved. It looked like maybe someone had let a bunch of animals stampede through the room. Harry walked through the area, astonishment on his face. Merlin he thought What happened? Then a horrible thought struck him. What if Voldermort had been here? But then he heard a small whimper. Straining his ears to find the source of the sound, he followed it to the back of the couch. Hiding there were the three Dursley's with Uncle Vernon in the front. He was holding a frying pan in his hands and poised it as if to strike.
"Get away from us," he said in a fearful, yet forceful whisper. Harry couldn't believe his luck. The Dursley's actually didn't want him in the house this summer! That meant he could go to Ron's place and they wouldn't even notice or care. Smiling, he walked back up the stairs and into his room. He threw open the window to its widest and collected his things. Soon after, he was flying through the air with his gear trailing behind him. Harry had tied his trunk to the end of the broom and had glued the cage, with the owlets in them, onto the trunk so he that wouldn't have to carry them. That made the broom a little slower but he didn't care. He finally escaped from the horrible Dursleys! For the first time in his life he didn't and wouldn't care if he got in trouble or not. Actually, it was kind of fun. Even Starlight and Silvertip were having fun.
An hour later Molly Weasley got the shock of her life. She was feeding her chickens when suddenly out of nowhere, an object plummeted into her front lawn scattering food and squawking chickens everywhere. The object created a great, big, giant crater, which ended a few feet into the ground, precisely four feet wide and three and a half yards deep. A few seconds later, a trunk and a cage with two tiny owlets in it also landed on the front yard. Curious, the Weasleys all gathered on the front lawn and peered into the crater when suddenly—
"Hey! I recognize these things. They belong to Harry!" Ron Weasley exclaimed pointing at the trunk with the screeching owlets.
As if to prove this was right they heard someone from inside the crater say something like, "Helrp meey!"
Mrs. Weasley was horrified. She abruptly turned around and started barking orders to everyone, just like a drill sergeant.
"Conjure up some rope!"
"Run up to the medicine cabinet and get some potions!"
"Find some ice!"
"Tie a knot across the bottom. No! That's not how you tie something!"
"Get me a cauldron!"
"Never mind!"
To any passersby watching, it would look like a boot camp session with a plump red-haired lady in charge. Although Mrs. Weasley was squat, her family cowered under her rage when something her way wasn't done right the first time. Take for instance Fred and George.
"Stop moving," Fred said impatiently.
"I can't! Your too heavy," panted George from the top of the crater hole where he was lowering Fred down with the conjured rope.
"I'm not! YOU'RE the heavy one in the family. You weigh even more than me!" retorted Fred.
"I do not blubber face!"
"Do too dragon hind!"
"Do not!"
"Do too!"
"Not!"
"Too!"
"Not!"
"Too!"
"Not!"
"Too!"
"N—"
"STOP THAT BICKERING AT ONCE OR I'LL THROW YOU TWO INTO THE CRATER PIT MYSELF AND BURY YOU IN IT TOO, DO YOU HEAR ME?!?! THEN WE'LL SEE WHO'S THE BIGGER ONE!" roared Mrs. Weasley, who heard their entire argument. She left both of the twins cringing and wishing they had put earmuffs on. Percy snickered.
Everything went smoothly after that. Before long, Harry was pulled out of the pit. He suffered minor injuries, nothing much, and Mrs. Weasley had them healed in no time. His things had already been collected and put in Ron's room, and his broom, the Firebolt, had also been retrieved from the bottom of the pit and deposited in Ron's room. After that, Mr. Weasley said a simple filling spell and the crater Harry created was magically filled with soil, flattened, sown, and returned to normal, instantly.
"That was a bloody entrance, Harry!" squealed Ron. "How you managed to do that without getting killed is beyond my mind."
"I didn't intend to do that," said Harry facing his best friend.
"But then…"
"I'll tell you when we get inside, okay?" he said. Something told Ron not to question matters any further so he agreed to it.
That night was one of the best that Harry ever had. He was treated like an equal, unlike at the Dursleys' where they were either too afraid or too disgusted to even come near him. He had a delicious dinner and received (or was force to receive) second, third, and fourth helpings of everything from Mrs. Weasley. He laughed and played along with everyone and had a grand time. Then he and Ron retired to his bedroom and played a round of wizards chess. When Harry had lost for about the tenth time, Ron brought up the subject of the broom.
"Harry could you please tell me what happened with your broom today. You almost got killed!" Ron said.
"Okay, fine. I'll tell you," Harry sighed. "Can't I keep anything from you?"
"Nope," Ron answered with a mischievous smile playing on his lips.
"Well, it was about noon and I was flying along finely when suddenly a quick yet forceful gust of wind blew past me," began Harry.
"And that's what caused you to plummet towards the ground at sixty miles per hour?"
"No! Of course not! Let me finish telling you before you jump to conclusions. As I was saying," He glared at Ron as if to dare him to interrupt him again. "a gust of wind blew past me. I didn't think that was odd until I felt like if the broom was a lot slower. It felt similar to the way someone would try to slow you down by pulling on the twigs of the broom. Anyway I noticed that and when I turned around to check, I felt someone's eyes staring straight at me."
Ron gasped.
"I couldn't see anyone but I could definitely feel someone's presence. I checked, but nothing was there. Feeling a little relieved I carried on flying."
The color returned, back to Ron's face.
"I decided to go a little faster so I could reach your house faster and surprise you when suddenly my broom started jerking. Something was wrong with my broom and it kept on jerking and turning downwards whenever I was going fast. That was the time when I came plummeting down towards your lawn. Good thing the string tying the trunk to the broom snapped halfway down or else Starlight and Silvertip here would have been flattened by the impact," Harry said, indicating the two sleeping owlets.
Ron was speechless.
"You okay?" Harry asked, worried about his friend.
Ron nodded his head.
"Okay then, I'm going to sleep." And before either of them could object, he turned out the lights and crawled under his blankets. A few minutes later, he heard Ron do the same. Instead of immediately falling asleep Harry lay awake, thoughts swimming in his head.
Good thing I didn't tell Ron about the scar and the bleeding he reflected. That would have cause Ron to go berserk.
Harry fell asleep wondering what the two narrow escapes could have meant.
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A/N: Oh my! Harry narrowly escapes the first time and then he escapes the second time! What adventures wait in store for our fiendish little hero? And who is that Cynthia Twilight girl?! Find out on the next episode of — Harry Potter and the Mysterious Phantom! Okay maybe this isn't really an episode or whatever but it sounds better, don't 'ja think? And remember to R/R!
I would also like to say something to a friend of mine who is reading this. DON'T GIVE UP! Oh and one more thing. I read this new story called "Harry Potter and the Sacrifice" and I think it's pretty good. 'So what?' your thinking. Well I would really appreciate it if everyone who reads this story could also read that story because that would prove to the author that her story is good! This isn't a forcing thing, just so you'll know. And I also did not write that story, although I wish I did.
Disclaimer:
© Copyright J.K. Rowling – ALL the characters that you recognize belong to the Goddess J.K. Rowling!
Claimer:
© Copyright RowlingFairy – Since last time I forgot to put Cynthia Twilight in the right claimer disclaimer section, I'm just letting you know that she STILL belongs to me. Silvertip also belongs to me, too!
Meanwhile, back at number four, Privet Drive, a blood-curling scream echoed down into the dinning room. Everyone at the dinning table, except Lily Woldim, went stock-still as the effects of the scream absorbed into their brains. As they sat there, as still as statues, Lily began making queer signs. At once, everyone started talking again.
"Oh I'm terribly sorry but we have to leave. We have a — um —"
"HARRY!"
"A doctor's appointment! Yes! We have a doctor's appointment and it's in — ah —"
"Couldn't you stay a little longer?"
"Ten minutes! We're terribly sorry but we seemed to have — er — forgotten all about it!"
"Mum!"
The Woldims all wanted to get out of the house as fast as they could, with the exception of Lily of course. She seemed not to be bothered by anything. Anyway, Mrs. Woldim was fumbling with her coat as so was Mr. Woldim all the while explaining a mile a minute why they had to leave. Suddenly, Harry let out another terrifying scream and sent the Woldims all scrambling out the door, Mrs. Woldim tripping on the carpet on the way out. Several car doors slammed and the screeching of rubber on the street could be heard speeding away.
The look on Uncle Vernon face was livid enough to burn the house down. He was fuming and his already pinkish face seemed to become redder by the moment. Aunt Petunia's face was filled with fear and she was ringing her hands feverishly and mumbling to herself. Occasionally she would glance up at the stairway where the screams came from and moved closer to her "precious" Dudley.
"THAT IS IT!!" Uncle Vernon had reached his highest tolerance level. With a loud bang, Uncle Vernon slammed his fork down on the table, ripped the napkin hanging from his collar off, and pounded up the stairs up to Harry's room.
Harry by that time was searing from the pain and was thrashing around the ground still clutching his burning, bright, emerald-green scar. Hedwig was flapping around wildly in her cage feeling helpless. She needed to help her master! However, the door suddenly burst open right then and a purple-faced Vernon walked through, almost falling through the hole in the floor, and carrying a long, thin willow stick in his right hand. He walked right up to where Harry lay, nearly unconscious on the floor.
"YOU LITTLE —," Uncle Vernon started but he didn't get to finish his sentence. An intense, indigo light suddenly burst out of nowhere swallowing Harry's entire frame. Harry was now fully oblivious to anything around him and his scar became a blinding emerald-green. The blue light was radiating out the window of his room and out into the dark night sky where it broke up and twisted into a flying…well, thing.
If there was a world record of changing emotions in the least time, Uncle Vernon would have broke it. His face changed from anger to shock to fright to anger again and then to anxiety in less then half a minute (not to mention his face colors). He was now pale from the fright, shock, and all the other emotions he had experience in the last five minutes from watching Harry. It might have looked like he was put in the full body bind spell because his back was ridge with his arms sticking to his side and his legs directly under him with his eyes wide open. Then, just as suddenly as it had started, the indigo light vanished and Harry's scar returned to normal. Getting the feeling in his legs again, Uncle Vernon ran out of the place as fast as he could. He didn't care what happened as long as he was as far away as possible from Harry and his room.
What's that noise? thought Harry.
"HOOT!"
Hedwig was hooting in Harry's ear. She managed to break the lock on her cage after Uncle Vernon ran out of the room like a speeding bullet. She knew exactly what was wrong even though she never experienced it and she also knew that if Harry didn't wake up before 12 hours he would be gone from the Living world. How she knew would be a mystery forever but thank Merlin she did because the Boy-who-lived would have become the Boy-who-died if he were left on the floor, which was why she'd been hooting in Harry's ear continuously since eight o'clock last night. Hedwig wanted to give up then and there but if as an answer to her prayers, Harry stirred.
The emerald-green eyes snapped opened at the sound of her eighty-third hoot. Looking for the source of the sound he turned his head to the left and found a pair of jewel-bright eyes staring straight back into his, filled with worry.
"Hey Hedwig," Harry said weakly. A massive headache rocked Harry's head. The anxiety in Hedwig's bright owl eyes melted when she saw that Harry was awake. Then she flew to one of Harry's trunks and seemed to be looking for something. When she found it, she used her beak to grab the item of choice and flew back to Harry who was watching, curiosity written all over his face. His mouth broke into a big grin when he found out what Hedwig was holding.
"Thanks! Good girl."
Hedwig hooted her pleasure and flew back to her nest where the two owlets were watching.
Harry used the bandages Hedwig brought her to clean and wrap up his scar. It was bleeding dark, red blood down onto his face. When he was done, he wrote a letter to Sirius:
'Dear Padfoot,
Hey! How is everything going for you and Buckbeak? I'm fine. Nothing much has happened except I had this massive headache where my scar started to bleed. I have no idea why its bleeding but don't get worried over it. On the brighter side, guess what? Hedwig had owlets! The twins are named Starlight, for the girl, and Silvertip, for the boy because his wings have a little speck of silver at the tips. They are both adorable and (I hope) very reliable. I'm going to sneak out to Ron's house today but DON'T TELL HIM! I want it to be a surprise because I'm getting sooooo bored staying at the wearisome Dursleys' house. Dudley is even more unbearable this year. I'll see you at Diagon Alley at the corner of the Leaky Cauldron, okay?
Your godson,
Harry
P.S. Would you ever tell me where you stay?'
Harry read it over to make sure it didn't sound like a desperate call for help. When he was satisfied, he whistled for Hedwig and gave her the letter. After telling her who to take it to, he flung opened the window and threw Hedwig through it. Then he went to pack up his stuff.
Five minutes later, Harry was walking down the stairs when he heard a shriek and the crashing and clattering of china on the floor. Then he heard running and went down to investigate. What he saw was creepy. Instead of the usual neatness of the living room, he saw a pigsty. Books and old newspapers were all over the floor; a broken lamp lay in smithereens underneath a heap of cushions. The curtains were ripped and the sofa was moved. It looked like maybe someone had let a bunch of animals stampede through the room. Harry walked through the area, astonishment on his face. Merlin he thought What happened? Then a horrible thought struck him. What if Voldermort had been here? But then he heard a small whimper. Straining his ears to find the source of the sound, he followed it to the back of the couch. Hiding there were the three Dursley's with Uncle Vernon in the front. He was holding a frying pan in his hands and poised it as if to strike.
"Get away from us," he said in a fearful, yet forceful whisper. Harry couldn't believe his luck. The Dursley's actually didn't want him in the house this summer! That meant he could go to Ron's place and they wouldn't even notice or care. Smiling, he walked back up the stairs and into his room. He threw open the window to its widest and collected his things. Soon after, he was flying through the air with his gear trailing behind him. Harry had tied his trunk to the end of the broom and had glued the cage, with the owlets in them, onto the trunk so he that wouldn't have to carry them. That made the broom a little slower but he didn't care. He finally escaped from the horrible Dursleys! For the first time in his life he didn't and wouldn't care if he got in trouble or not. Actually, it was kind of fun. Even Starlight and Silvertip were having fun.
An hour later Molly Weasley got the shock of her life. She was feeding her chickens when suddenly out of nowhere, an object plummeted into her front lawn scattering food and squawking chickens everywhere. The object created a great, big, giant crater, which ended a few feet into the ground, precisely four feet wide and three and a half yards deep. A few seconds later, a trunk and a cage with two tiny owlets in it also landed on the front yard. Curious, the Weasleys all gathered on the front lawn and peered into the crater when suddenly—
"Hey! I recognize these things. They belong to Harry!" Ron Weasley exclaimed pointing at the trunk with the screeching owlets.
As if to prove this was right they heard someone from inside the crater say something like, "Helrp meey!"
Mrs. Weasley was horrified. She abruptly turned around and started barking orders to everyone, just like a drill sergeant.
"Conjure up some rope!"
"Run up to the medicine cabinet and get some potions!"
"Find some ice!"
"Tie a knot across the bottom. No! That's not how you tie something!"
"Get me a cauldron!"
"Never mind!"
To any passersby watching, it would look like a boot camp session with a plump red-haired lady in charge. Although Mrs. Weasley was squat, her family cowered under her rage when something her way wasn't done right the first time. Take for instance Fred and George.
"Stop moving," Fred said impatiently.
"I can't! Your too heavy," panted George from the top of the crater hole where he was lowering Fred down with the conjured rope.
"I'm not! YOU'RE the heavy one in the family. You weigh even more than me!" retorted Fred.
"I do not blubber face!"
"Do too dragon hind!"
"Do not!"
"Do too!"
"Not!"
"Too!"
"Not!"
"Too!"
"Not!"
"Too!"
"N—"
"STOP THAT BICKERING AT ONCE OR I'LL THROW YOU TWO INTO THE CRATER PIT MYSELF AND BURY YOU IN IT TOO, DO YOU HEAR ME?!?! THEN WE'LL SEE WHO'S THE BIGGER ONE!" roared Mrs. Weasley, who heard their entire argument. She left both of the twins cringing and wishing they had put earmuffs on. Percy snickered.
Everything went smoothly after that. Before long, Harry was pulled out of the pit. He suffered minor injuries, nothing much, and Mrs. Weasley had them healed in no time. His things had already been collected and put in Ron's room, and his broom, the Firebolt, had also been retrieved from the bottom of the pit and deposited in Ron's room. After that, Mr. Weasley said a simple filling spell and the crater Harry created was magically filled with soil, flattened, sown, and returned to normal, instantly.
"That was a bloody entrance, Harry!" squealed Ron. "How you managed to do that without getting killed is beyond my mind."
"I didn't intend to do that," said Harry facing his best friend.
"But then…"
"I'll tell you when we get inside, okay?" he said. Something told Ron not to question matters any further so he agreed to it.
That night was one of the best that Harry ever had. He was treated like an equal, unlike at the Dursleys' where they were either too afraid or too disgusted to even come near him. He had a delicious dinner and received (or was force to receive) second, third, and fourth helpings of everything from Mrs. Weasley. He laughed and played along with everyone and had a grand time. Then he and Ron retired to his bedroom and played a round of wizards chess. When Harry had lost for about the tenth time, Ron brought up the subject of the broom.
"Harry could you please tell me what happened with your broom today. You almost got killed!" Ron said.
"Okay, fine. I'll tell you," Harry sighed. "Can't I keep anything from you?"
"Nope," Ron answered with a mischievous smile playing on his lips.
"Well, it was about noon and I was flying along finely when suddenly a quick yet forceful gust of wind blew past me," began Harry.
"And that's what caused you to plummet towards the ground at sixty miles per hour?"
"No! Of course not! Let me finish telling you before you jump to conclusions. As I was saying," He glared at Ron as if to dare him to interrupt him again. "a gust of wind blew past me. I didn't think that was odd until I felt like if the broom was a lot slower. It felt similar to the way someone would try to slow you down by pulling on the twigs of the broom. Anyway I noticed that and when I turned around to check, I felt someone's eyes staring straight at me."
Ron gasped.
"I couldn't see anyone but I could definitely feel someone's presence. I checked, but nothing was there. Feeling a little relieved I carried on flying."
The color returned, back to Ron's face.
"I decided to go a little faster so I could reach your house faster and surprise you when suddenly my broom started jerking. Something was wrong with my broom and it kept on jerking and turning downwards whenever I was going fast. That was the time when I came plummeting down towards your lawn. Good thing the string tying the trunk to the broom snapped halfway down or else Starlight and Silvertip here would have been flattened by the impact," Harry said, indicating the two sleeping owlets.
Ron was speechless.
"You okay?" Harry asked, worried about his friend.
Ron nodded his head.
"Okay then, I'm going to sleep." And before either of them could object, he turned out the lights and crawled under his blankets. A few minutes later, he heard Ron do the same. Instead of immediately falling asleep Harry lay awake, thoughts swimming in his head.
Good thing I didn't tell Ron about the scar and the bleeding he reflected. That would have cause Ron to go berserk.
Harry fell asleep wondering what the two narrow escapes could have meant.
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A/N: Oh my! Harry narrowly escapes the first time and then he escapes the second time! What adventures wait in store for our fiendish little hero? And who is that Cynthia Twilight girl?! Find out on the next episode of — Harry Potter and the Mysterious Phantom! Okay maybe this isn't really an episode or whatever but it sounds better, don't 'ja think? And remember to R/R!
I would also like to say something to a friend of mine who is reading this. DON'T GIVE UP! Oh and one more thing. I read this new story called "Harry Potter and the Sacrifice" and I think it's pretty good. 'So what?' your thinking. Well I would really appreciate it if everyone who reads this story could also read that story because that would prove to the author that her story is good! This isn't a forcing thing, just so you'll know. And I also did not write that story, although I wish I did.
Disclaimer:
© Copyright J.K. Rowling – ALL the characters that you recognize belong to the Goddess J.K. Rowling!
Claimer:
© Copyright RowlingFairy – Since last time I forgot to put Cynthia Twilight in the right claimer disclaimer section, I'm just letting you know that she STILL belongs to me. Silvertip also belongs to me, too!