Yay! A new story of mine where this won't be a Mary sue! Woohoo!!! J/k... but anyway, Disclaimer: These are not my original characters (except for Rachel) but instead the wonderful, magnificent J.K. Rowlings. Please give her the credit, and I'll ask that my friends cover my mouth when I try to scream,"NOOOO, THEY'RE REAL! IT'S NOT FANTASY!!!! YOU'RE WRONG, WRONG I TELL YOU, WRONG!!!!!!!!!!!!" ;)
Harry Potter and the Scroll of Merlin
Chapter One: A Guilty Conscience
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It was the same every night. That cold voice whispering a spell, a jet of green light erupting from the darkness. Cedric falling to the ground, his eyes full of ignorant surprise. Turning back to the man who had murdered him, he was not there. It wasn't Wormtail, but instead Voldemort himself. His power stronger than it ever was before, he said in his cold inhuman voice, "I'm coming..."
Harry Potter woke with a start, and practically jumped out of bed. He couldn't take it anymore, it was too much. His scar felt as if it were on fire, and he knew that he had been responsible for Cedric's death the year before. It was his fault that they had taken the Triwizard Tournament Cup together, his fault that they hadn't been suspicious of the man in the graveyard, and his fault that Cedric's parents wouldn't see their son again.
Opening his door slowly so as not to wake the Dursleys. Harry went to the bathroom to splash cold water on his face. Looking up at his reflection in the mirror, he wished that he had been that boy four years ago, without the burden of murder on his chest. Without having to dream about Voldemort every night, and know that he would be coming for his blood.
Harry hadn't changed much over the years. He was now fifteen, and he still had the untidy black hair, the skinny figure, his mother's brilliantly green eyes, and the lightning-bolt scar on his forehead. The scar was a token from the curse placed on him from lord Voldemort after he had murdered his parents. The only difference with Harry and the rest of the wizarding world was that he had survived that curse. He was the only one to do so, and the curse rebounded onto Voldemort.
Harry knew his real name now. It was Tom Marvolo Riddle, but he didn't want to think that Voldemort had ever had a real name, because he wasn't human in Harry's eyes. He was a monster of a wizard. Evil seemed to seep from him, and so he didn't deserve a name.
The summer had passed without great event. Harry had been getting regular letters from Sirius, Hermione, and Ron. He had also taken out a summer subscription to the Daily Prophet, which would be expiring when he traveled to Hogwarts. The paper was reporting random disappearances, and the minister's assurance that they would recover all the people, and the rumors that You Know Who had been brought back to full power were completely false.
Harry had been hoping that the minister would see that he had been wrong, but he would not be swayed by Dumbledore. Also, his threat of buckling down on Dumbledore and the way he ran Hogwarts was being fulfilled. He was going to be sending a witch or wizard to review Dumbledore and his teacher's performance, although the Daily Prophet did not say who this was.
As it turned out, it was July 30, and Harry's birthday was tomorrow. He wasn't that excited, although he was hoping that if Hagrid sent him a gift, it wouldn't try to eat him....
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As Rachel sat at the window, doing a homework assignment for her potions teacher, she sat wondering about her next year for school. She had been given the opportunity to go to Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. She was the second to do this since the school was built, and after the other one was a disaster, she was quite nervous. It was a huge responsibility, and she was expected to be perfect. The truth was that she wasn't perfect, and knew that she would be a big disappointment.
Sighing, Rachel went back to the work, and finished the research paper on why love potions were banned in the U.S. in 1775. It was a hard paper, and she needed to finish it before the weekend so that she and her family would have time to plan their trip to England. They were vacationing there for two weeks before they would drop her off at Kings Cross Station.
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Well, I hoped you liked this revised version of my story! It's going to be a lot different, but I hope that you all love it! If you have any suggestions, please tell me. I'm going to have some mystery, plot twists, and the works! It'll be great! (I hope)
Harry Potter and the Scroll of Merlin
Chapter One: A Guilty Conscience
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
It was the same every night. That cold voice whispering a spell, a jet of green light erupting from the darkness. Cedric falling to the ground, his eyes full of ignorant surprise. Turning back to the man who had murdered him, he was not there. It wasn't Wormtail, but instead Voldemort himself. His power stronger than it ever was before, he said in his cold inhuman voice, "I'm coming..."
Harry Potter woke with a start, and practically jumped out of bed. He couldn't take it anymore, it was too much. His scar felt as if it were on fire, and he knew that he had been responsible for Cedric's death the year before. It was his fault that they had taken the Triwizard Tournament Cup together, his fault that they hadn't been suspicious of the man in the graveyard, and his fault that Cedric's parents wouldn't see their son again.
Opening his door slowly so as not to wake the Dursleys. Harry went to the bathroom to splash cold water on his face. Looking up at his reflection in the mirror, he wished that he had been that boy four years ago, without the burden of murder on his chest. Without having to dream about Voldemort every night, and know that he would be coming for his blood.
Harry hadn't changed much over the years. He was now fifteen, and he still had the untidy black hair, the skinny figure, his mother's brilliantly green eyes, and the lightning-bolt scar on his forehead. The scar was a token from the curse placed on him from lord Voldemort after he had murdered his parents. The only difference with Harry and the rest of the wizarding world was that he had survived that curse. He was the only one to do so, and the curse rebounded onto Voldemort.
Harry knew his real name now. It was Tom Marvolo Riddle, but he didn't want to think that Voldemort had ever had a real name, because he wasn't human in Harry's eyes. He was a monster of a wizard. Evil seemed to seep from him, and so he didn't deserve a name.
The summer had passed without great event. Harry had been getting regular letters from Sirius, Hermione, and Ron. He had also taken out a summer subscription to the Daily Prophet, which would be expiring when he traveled to Hogwarts. The paper was reporting random disappearances, and the minister's assurance that they would recover all the people, and the rumors that You Know Who had been brought back to full power were completely false.
Harry had been hoping that the minister would see that he had been wrong, but he would not be swayed by Dumbledore. Also, his threat of buckling down on Dumbledore and the way he ran Hogwarts was being fulfilled. He was going to be sending a witch or wizard to review Dumbledore and his teacher's performance, although the Daily Prophet did not say who this was.
As it turned out, it was July 30, and Harry's birthday was tomorrow. He wasn't that excited, although he was hoping that if Hagrid sent him a gift, it wouldn't try to eat him....
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As Rachel sat at the window, doing a homework assignment for her potions teacher, she sat wondering about her next year for school. She had been given the opportunity to go to Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. She was the second to do this since the school was built, and after the other one was a disaster, she was quite nervous. It was a huge responsibility, and she was expected to be perfect. The truth was that she wasn't perfect, and knew that she would be a big disappointment.
Sighing, Rachel went back to the work, and finished the research paper on why love potions were banned in the U.S. in 1775. It was a hard paper, and she needed to finish it before the weekend so that she and her family would have time to plan their trip to England. They were vacationing there for two weeks before they would drop her off at Kings Cross Station.
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Well, I hoped you liked this revised version of my story! It's going to be a lot different, but I hope that you all love it! If you have any suggestions, please tell me. I'm going to have some mystery, plot twists, and the works! It'll be great! (I hope)
