To Muggles Everywhere: Juss a few words before I start the story: I DON'T
OWN
HARRY AND CO. nor do I own Hogwarts, nor whatever....belongs to JK Rowling.
So don't sue me or anything aiight?
Title: The Rising
Sub-Title: The Other Stories of James Black
Background stuff: Time set in Book 5, but Harry is not the main character.
Rating of this chapter: G or PG, can't tell the difference.
Main Character: James Ryan Black
Minor Characters: Jay Sikem, Harry Potter, and whatever, just read the story to find out.
The Summary: .......
The Rising
"This has been the fourth this week, Cornelius! You must not ignore it-" an angry voice silenced the air.
"The Muggles- they- they- from natural accidents! Believe me Dumbledore, please, they are natural deaths!" a high scared whine interrupted the other.
I looked awkwardly at Hermione, I didn't think we were supposed listen to this argument, however, it sounded quite interesting.....
"Erm, hold on, one moment" Hermione looking plenty awkward herself, quit herself from wringing her hands and ran up ahead and into through the office door.
Jay looked at me, an eyebrow rose. "What do you suppose-"
"James!" Hermione appeared, the door opened slightly, "Come"
I walked slowly, wondering what I have done wrong, "Must've been Snape" I thought miserably.
Jay started to follow, when Hermione stopped him, she looked strict, "I said James, only"
Jay halted, giving me the who-does-she-think look. "Well, in that case.....g'luck James, hope you don't get expelled"
I rolled my eyes and grinned, "Not before you, Jay-"
"Will you hurry up?" Hermione impatiently stomped her feet, "Dumbledore is waiting"
I straightened and marched in.....
***
As soon as I walked in trying to make my hair look nice and neat, I saw a small man, his hair matted with sweat, one hand grasping on his bowler hat, the other trembling nervously.
"James"
I turned to see Professor Dumbledore, his blue eyes unnaturally calm, his beard extremely long, his half-spectacles looking down upon me.
I don't know how to say this, but a sudden feeling of relief poured over me, seeing that Dumbledore was smiling.
"P-Professor" I stammered, Hermione looked as tall as ever.
"Ah, Mister Black, I would like you to meet, the Minister of Magic, Mr. Fudge" Dumbledore slowly averted his eyes toward the small man in the corner.
"Hello, Mister Fudge" trying hard not to act like a moron, I grinned hesitantly, shaking the poor man's shaking hands.
"Then-Then I shall be speaking with you Albus....later?" Mr. Fudge turned to Dumbledore his left eye twitching.
Dumbledore gave a small nod, watching Mr. Fudge stumble out of the room.
Weird, I didn't know that Fudge acted like this. Thought he had more courage than this...(Supposed to be a Minister and all).....something must be scaring him, I grinned, that-that was funny.
Seeing my grin, Hermione, nudged me in the ribs, I looked up at Professor Dumbledore.
"You've sent for me, Professor?" I hesitantly asked, wondering why Mr. Fudge was so afraid of Dumbledore.
Dumbledore's smile vanished, his eyes darkening (I gasped, okay maybe Snape did talk to him), "Miss Granger, will you excuse us?"
Hermione nodded importantly and quietly shut the door behind her.
"It was Professor Snape" I suddenly bursted out (I was scared, heck I was about to be expelled!)
Professor Dumbledore slowly walked to his desk. "Severus? You have been mistaken dear boy"
"Oh" I stupidly mumbled.
"What I am about to say will hurt you-will not be good news, James" Dumbledore's eyes were definitely not twinkling anymore, "Do you know of Voldemort's rebirth?"
The question took me by surprise. "Yes"
"Very good, I will not have to waste anytime with that matter" Dumbledore carefully spoke, "I am sorry- (I jerked forward, I was ready to handle any kind of news, as long as I wasn't expelled) your Muggle family they have been found dead"
I blinked, I hadn't been ready for this.
Dumbledore did not say anything for a while. I could not say anything. This had to be a joke. It wasn't funny. It was the dumbest joke-I have ever- ever.....
I could feel Dumbledore slowly guiding me to a chair. Numbly I sat down. My vision blurring. Why was it blurring? I didn't understand. Why was my throat so tight? I could hardly breathe. I don't know how long I have been sitting there, Dumbledore patting me reassuringly, softly whispering comfort words.
This was weird. I never cried in my life. A dull buzzing filled my ear. I couldn't hear properly. Funny. Not exactly. But it was funny.
Finally my voice cracked, "They-He, Voldemort, killed my mum?"
Dumbledore's eyes suddenly flashed, "Yes"
"He killed mum" my voice sounded funny, "He killed dad too, I suppose"
A sudden blow hit my stomach, "He killed Charles"
Dumbledore did not say anything; I continued, the ringing of my ears a bit louder, "Why would he do such a terrible thing?"
"Because of his hatred of Muggles" Dumbledore patted my shoulder.
"Why? Why did he kill them?"
Dumbledore paused, his eyes studying me, "It does not matter." Quickly getting up he spoke, "You will be excused from all classes until you recover- I'm sorry James, Voldemort has taken already three other families of Hogwarts"
"I'm alright, I could go to my classes" I quickly stood up from my daze.
Dumbledore also stood up, he looked as if he wanted to say more but quickly changed his mind.
I walked to the door my hand gripping tightly on the doorknob, I turned, "What will happen to me? I mean where will I go?"
Dumbledore replied, "You will find out. Soon."
The End of Chapter five
Author's Note: Okay this is the beginning of Voldemort's affect on James' life. More important things coming up. Thanx everyone for reviewing, really appreciate it. Hoped you enjoyed, starting my sixth chapter....
~DarkMyst~*
HARRY AND CO. nor do I own Hogwarts, nor whatever....belongs to JK Rowling.
So don't sue me or anything aiight?
Title: The Rising
Sub-Title: The Other Stories of James Black
Background stuff: Time set in Book 5, but Harry is not the main character.
Rating of this chapter: G or PG, can't tell the difference.
Main Character: James Ryan Black
Minor Characters: Jay Sikem, Harry Potter, and whatever, just read the story to find out.
The Summary: .......
The Rising
"This has been the fourth this week, Cornelius! You must not ignore it-" an angry voice silenced the air.
"The Muggles- they- they- from natural accidents! Believe me Dumbledore, please, they are natural deaths!" a high scared whine interrupted the other.
I looked awkwardly at Hermione, I didn't think we were supposed listen to this argument, however, it sounded quite interesting.....
"Erm, hold on, one moment" Hermione looking plenty awkward herself, quit herself from wringing her hands and ran up ahead and into through the office door.
Jay looked at me, an eyebrow rose. "What do you suppose-"
"James!" Hermione appeared, the door opened slightly, "Come"
I walked slowly, wondering what I have done wrong, "Must've been Snape" I thought miserably.
Jay started to follow, when Hermione stopped him, she looked strict, "I said James, only"
Jay halted, giving me the who-does-she-think look. "Well, in that case.....g'luck James, hope you don't get expelled"
I rolled my eyes and grinned, "Not before you, Jay-"
"Will you hurry up?" Hermione impatiently stomped her feet, "Dumbledore is waiting"
I straightened and marched in.....
***
As soon as I walked in trying to make my hair look nice and neat, I saw a small man, his hair matted with sweat, one hand grasping on his bowler hat, the other trembling nervously.
"James"
I turned to see Professor Dumbledore, his blue eyes unnaturally calm, his beard extremely long, his half-spectacles looking down upon me.
I don't know how to say this, but a sudden feeling of relief poured over me, seeing that Dumbledore was smiling.
"P-Professor" I stammered, Hermione looked as tall as ever.
"Ah, Mister Black, I would like you to meet, the Minister of Magic, Mr. Fudge" Dumbledore slowly averted his eyes toward the small man in the corner.
"Hello, Mister Fudge" trying hard not to act like a moron, I grinned hesitantly, shaking the poor man's shaking hands.
"Then-Then I shall be speaking with you Albus....later?" Mr. Fudge turned to Dumbledore his left eye twitching.
Dumbledore gave a small nod, watching Mr. Fudge stumble out of the room.
Weird, I didn't know that Fudge acted like this. Thought he had more courage than this...(Supposed to be a Minister and all).....something must be scaring him, I grinned, that-that was funny.
Seeing my grin, Hermione, nudged me in the ribs, I looked up at Professor Dumbledore.
"You've sent for me, Professor?" I hesitantly asked, wondering why Mr. Fudge was so afraid of Dumbledore.
Dumbledore's smile vanished, his eyes darkening (I gasped, okay maybe Snape did talk to him), "Miss Granger, will you excuse us?"
Hermione nodded importantly and quietly shut the door behind her.
"It was Professor Snape" I suddenly bursted out (I was scared, heck I was about to be expelled!)
Professor Dumbledore slowly walked to his desk. "Severus? You have been mistaken dear boy"
"Oh" I stupidly mumbled.
"What I am about to say will hurt you-will not be good news, James" Dumbledore's eyes were definitely not twinkling anymore, "Do you know of Voldemort's rebirth?"
The question took me by surprise. "Yes"
"Very good, I will not have to waste anytime with that matter" Dumbledore carefully spoke, "I am sorry- (I jerked forward, I was ready to handle any kind of news, as long as I wasn't expelled) your Muggle family they have been found dead"
I blinked, I hadn't been ready for this.
Dumbledore did not say anything for a while. I could not say anything. This had to be a joke. It wasn't funny. It was the dumbest joke-I have ever- ever.....
I could feel Dumbledore slowly guiding me to a chair. Numbly I sat down. My vision blurring. Why was it blurring? I didn't understand. Why was my throat so tight? I could hardly breathe. I don't know how long I have been sitting there, Dumbledore patting me reassuringly, softly whispering comfort words.
This was weird. I never cried in my life. A dull buzzing filled my ear. I couldn't hear properly. Funny. Not exactly. But it was funny.
Finally my voice cracked, "They-He, Voldemort, killed my mum?"
Dumbledore's eyes suddenly flashed, "Yes"
"He killed mum" my voice sounded funny, "He killed dad too, I suppose"
A sudden blow hit my stomach, "He killed Charles"
Dumbledore did not say anything; I continued, the ringing of my ears a bit louder, "Why would he do such a terrible thing?"
"Because of his hatred of Muggles" Dumbledore patted my shoulder.
"Why? Why did he kill them?"
Dumbledore paused, his eyes studying me, "It does not matter." Quickly getting up he spoke, "You will be excused from all classes until you recover- I'm sorry James, Voldemort has taken already three other families of Hogwarts"
"I'm alright, I could go to my classes" I quickly stood up from my daze.
Dumbledore also stood up, he looked as if he wanted to say more but quickly changed his mind.
I walked to the door my hand gripping tightly on the doorknob, I turned, "What will happen to me? I mean where will I go?"
Dumbledore replied, "You will find out. Soon."
The End of Chapter five
Author's Note: Okay this is the beginning of Voldemort's affect on James' life. More important things coming up. Thanx everyone for reviewing, really appreciate it. Hoped you enjoyed, starting my sixth chapter....
~DarkMyst~*