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
"James! Answer me all ready....James!!" Jay was shaking me, I still was on the floor, unsure if this was a nightmare or reality.
"JAMES!" Jay hollered with all his might as I finally broke from my daze.
"Jay, we have to see Dumbledore" I strangely spoke.
"No really!?" Jay's voice dripped with sarcasim.
I looked at the many number of people lining up to the fireplaces, each grabbing Madam Rosmerta's Floo Powder.
"We'll have to wait" Jay desperately muttered.
"No we don't!" I don't know what exactly hit me but at that time it seemed as if it were the logical thing to do. I bolted for the door, Jay sprinting behind me, "JAMES!!! ARE YOU OUTTA YOUR MIND?"
As soon as I opened the door,
the cold winter wind hit me hard, I stopped and stared stupidly at the gentle snowflakes pouring down from the gray sky.
Another thing that hit me was the panic the total chaos of people screaming running all in indirect directions. The screaming was much louder here than in Three Broomsticks.
Sweat broke out in my back as I shivered.
Jay came up besides me.
"JAMES!" Jay cried out over a couple of shrieking witches.
"What-?" I began when something caught my eye.
A misty gruesome green sign in the sky, which looked strangely familiar...-
"IT'S THE DARK MARK! MY BROOMSTICK! HE'S HERE!" Jay's voice seemed quite small compared to the noise that was blaring out here.
"Voldemort....." I hadn't realized that I had just whispered his name until Jay started screaming even more.
"THIS IS CRAZY! DUMBLEDORE-THE TEACHERS!! WHERE IN THE NAMES OF MINISTRY ARE THEY!?" Jay babbled on.
I stared dumbly at the two wizards who were drunken with fright that they were whispering some unheard of words, both of them nervously plucking out quite a handful of their beard.
I was frozen. Literally.
A sudden loud explosion shook the ground. The people that were running around, were screaming so loudly and so hard that their hats dropped off their heads.
Death Eaters.
I have came from the unpopular and unknown school called the School of Wizardry. Yes, I admit it was a poor school, the teachers there were mostly old wizards who couldn't speak properly and walk around much with their battered canes. However, the only good class (cough, cough) was Professor Picklewood's Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
Picklewood was an old veteran of Voldemort's reign, an Auror at that time. He was a brave and a courageous man,....who would have ever thought that he would ever become an old professor of the unknown School of Wizardry....He knew well of the Dark Arts from experience. Death Eaters, he had quoted, the most cruelest of creatures in this world. Of course excluding Voldemort. If it weren't for old Professor Picklewood, I wouldn't have been able to say Voldemort's name out loud. Picklewood, during my first year, defiantly taught us to never fear. He commanded everyone in the class (Four students including myself) to each say Voldemort's name out loud, so that he could fix our pronounciation.
Anyway, just the sight of real Death Eaters, I knew it was trouble.
The Death Eaters (Perphaps a group of ten) were all dressed alike, pitch black cloaks, hoods covering their faces and of course a wand, in each of their gnarled hands.
I have never known that Silence could be so loud. Because the wizards (including Jay) and witches that have been going balistic a few seconds ago, remained silent. It was just the howling wind that could be heard out here.
I suddenly felt sick, Voldemort was here in Hogsemade looking for what?!
Suddenly it hit me, "Harry......."
I whirled to Jay who was still gaping at the Death Eaters. "We've gotta find Harry"
Color returned to Jay's cheeks, "Stop trying to act brave- let's go back in and go to Dumbledore-he'll know what to do"
The Death Eaters were drawing near, shoving some innocent people away, calling them Mudbloods. Thankfully they didn't come here to kill....Hopefully......
"James" Jay broke me out of a trance, he whispered, "C'mon" and dragged me back towards the small inn.
"No!" I broke off from him and grabbed my wand.
Damn, I hated them, all of them. Stupid Voldemort and his dunderheaded idiotic minons. I wanted them dead. Gone. Just gone.
"My GODS- JAMES!" I heard a scream behind me.
"CRUCIO!"
As soon as I heard the shout, I instinctively ducked and rolled over, the snow freezing cold.
I quickly looked behind me and choked.
Death Eaters. All of them. Must've been twenty or so, their hooded figures brought a sudden unhappy and chill down my back.
Frozen, I hoped that Jay was behind me. It seemed that I was alone- with them.
"Accio wand" a gruff voice from one of the Death Eaters said.
I didn't realize the wand in my hand was gone until my hand felt as if a million of needles were stuck there because I was grasping hard on snow.
My throat tightened as one of the Death Eaters walked closer to my fallen self, my body trembling violently.
I didn't know if I was imagining it but, some crazy idiot threw himself in front of me, as if protecting me......
My vision wasn't too good because of the snow. But as soon as I could make out the distinctive figure of my protector, I choked.
"Jay....."
My head was numb. I was wandless, helpless. Great......
Jay quickly looked back at me, his eyes shined with fright, "Run- Go to Dumbledore-NOW!"
I suddenly realized that, before me was a crazy lunatic who was trying to fight off twenty Death Eaters with his little worn eleven and a half inch wand.
I couldn't stand the craziness.
I stood up, just as I heard a whisper, "Crucio"
I braced myself, expecting the curse and heard myself scream.
No, I wasn't screaming.
Who-?
My brain stopped functioning properly. The blood on my facee drained. My mouth dry, my eyes wide open despite the sharp wind blowing at my face.
Jay.
Oh Merlin, he must be in deep pain (No duh, a voice in the back of my head snapped), Jay was on the ground rolling, twitching, screaming his head off-
I turned away. But realized I couldn't.
"Stop-...stop" I whispered frantically, my eyes caught a wand (Probably Jay's) that fell on the ground, barely visible.
"STOP!" I screamed but was drowned by Jay's continued howls, I jumped for the wand.
I grabbed for it and quickly jumped to the side barely missing the Stunning Spell.
The hand gripping on the wand was trembling so hard, I used my other hand to hold it down.
I was more than angry. Furious was more the word
"DAMN ALL OF YOU! I HATE YOU!" with a snarl I throatily shouted the Disarming curse, randomly pointing at one of the Death Eaters.
"EXPELLIARMUS!"
Pounding in my ears.
My whole body jerked and as if mysteriously pushed by strong invisible hands, I felt myself thrown across like a flimsy doll, and there I lay, sprawled on the ground full of snow, looking dazed at the gray sky.
We were goners. No that wasn't the word, we were- dead, yeah. My heart felt as if it were to explode any second now. Gosh, dying at age fourteen sucked. I'm still young, I desperately thought, as rough hands pulled me up. I'm still young. I'm still-
"What's your name kid?" a gruff voice pulled me back from my thoughts.
I stared at the dark hooded Death Eater. I almost snorted. Yeah, like I was going to tell my name to him.
As if reading my thoughts, the short Death Eater took out his wand. I froze.
"If you want to feel what your friend over there, felt of the Cruciatus Curse, be my guest"
The wand was centimeters away from my face.
I guess then, my pride took over, "Go ahead"
Meanwhile I was blindly cursing myself for letting my pride get the best of me, grimacing to get ready to feel the wrath of the curse.
The short Death Eater seemed to smile, "As you wish....."
I shut my eyes tightly, hoping that it would be over quick.
"Wait" another sharp voice interrupted the Death Eater who held me up.
The Death Eater released me, I blindly crashed back to the ground, and my back jerked in pain as small ice particles in the ground stung me.
"Lucius" the Death Eater growled, as the other tall figure approached.
"Make sure he's the one our Lord wants" a hiss came from the more powerful black figure.
The short Death Eater growled again, "I was just so doing that"
I felt myself pulled up again, unpleasantly by the back of my neck.
"What's your name, boy?"
I blinked and gasped, "What makes you-"
A hard slap smacked the side of my face, the stinging and the hurt ached my cheek.
"Like father like son"
I froze suddenly, my mouth shut.
"He's the one" the Death Eater named Lucius spoke.
"What makes you say that?" the other Death Eater snapped.
"The face is undeniable-and look at his robes- they're from Hogwarts"
"Him being in a student of Hogwarts does not matter-"
I looked up at the both of them debating silently to themselves, I turned slowly and saw that the rest of the Death Eaters had gone, and so were all the people out here, but the terrifying Dark Mark still floated lazily in the sky. I slowly turned again and almost fell.
Jay was laying there, breathing (I hoped), almost buried in snow, as snow innocently fell upon him. Oh God let him be alright, my head screamed.
I staggered.
The fingers around my neck hardened, "Tell me boy-for the last time- what is your name?"
"Before it will be forced out of you the harder way" the other whispered menacingly.
I think it's already being forced out of me, I spat silently.
I hesitated, "I don't know" (Damn you, I silently screamed at myself, for being stubborn)
"Very well" a wand now faced me.
Oh please, let there be anyone, help, I thought, my mind spun, where are the teachers? Where's Dumbledore-surely the news reached him by now that Hogsmade was being- please- help us.......
The End of Chapter Eleven
Author's Note: SORRY SORRY SORRY! FORGIVE ME......writers block, after much struggle I put this chapter up....sorry guys, if you were waiting for a long time.....the story's gonna get interesting......I promise, chapter twelve will be up in no time- thanks animegirl-mika for the suggestion....Hope you enjoyed......
PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!!!!!
~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
"James! Answer me all ready....James!!" Jay was shaking me, I still was on the floor, unsure if this was a nightmare or reality.
"JAMES!" Jay hollered with all his might as I finally broke from my daze.
"Jay, we have to see Dumbledore" I strangely spoke.
"No really!?" Jay's voice dripped with sarcasim.
I looked at the many number of people lining up to the fireplaces, each grabbing Madam Rosmerta's Floo Powder.
"We'll have to wait" Jay desperately muttered.
"No we don't!" I don't know what exactly hit me but at that time it seemed as if it were the logical thing to do. I bolted for the door, Jay sprinting behind me, "JAMES!!! ARE YOU OUTTA YOUR MIND?"
As soon as I opened the door,
the cold winter wind hit me hard, I stopped and stared stupidly at the gentle snowflakes pouring down from the gray sky.
Another thing that hit me was the panic the total chaos of people screaming running all in indirect directions. The screaming was much louder here than in Three Broomsticks.
Sweat broke out in my back as I shivered.
Jay came up besides me.
"JAMES!" Jay cried out over a couple of shrieking witches.
"What-?" I began when something caught my eye.
A misty gruesome green sign in the sky, which looked strangely familiar...-
"IT'S THE DARK MARK! MY BROOMSTICK! HE'S HERE!" Jay's voice seemed quite small compared to the noise that was blaring out here.
"Voldemort....." I hadn't realized that I had just whispered his name until Jay started screaming even more.
"THIS IS CRAZY! DUMBLEDORE-THE TEACHERS!! WHERE IN THE NAMES OF MINISTRY ARE THEY!?" Jay babbled on.
I stared dumbly at the two wizards who were drunken with fright that they were whispering some unheard of words, both of them nervously plucking out quite a handful of their beard.
I was frozen. Literally.
A sudden loud explosion shook the ground. The people that were running around, were screaming so loudly and so hard that their hats dropped off their heads.
Death Eaters.
I have came from the unpopular and unknown school called the School of Wizardry. Yes, I admit it was a poor school, the teachers there were mostly old wizards who couldn't speak properly and walk around much with their battered canes. However, the only good class (cough, cough) was Professor Picklewood's Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
Picklewood was an old veteran of Voldemort's reign, an Auror at that time. He was a brave and a courageous man,....who would have ever thought that he would ever become an old professor of the unknown School of Wizardry....He knew well of the Dark Arts from experience. Death Eaters, he had quoted, the most cruelest of creatures in this world. Of course excluding Voldemort. If it weren't for old Professor Picklewood, I wouldn't have been able to say Voldemort's name out loud. Picklewood, during my first year, defiantly taught us to never fear. He commanded everyone in the class (Four students including myself) to each say Voldemort's name out loud, so that he could fix our pronounciation.
Anyway, just the sight of real Death Eaters, I knew it was trouble.
The Death Eaters (Perphaps a group of ten) were all dressed alike, pitch black cloaks, hoods covering their faces and of course a wand, in each of their gnarled hands.
I have never known that Silence could be so loud. Because the wizards (including Jay) and witches that have been going balistic a few seconds ago, remained silent. It was just the howling wind that could be heard out here.
I suddenly felt sick, Voldemort was here in Hogsemade looking for what?!
Suddenly it hit me, "Harry......."
I whirled to Jay who was still gaping at the Death Eaters. "We've gotta find Harry"
Color returned to Jay's cheeks, "Stop trying to act brave- let's go back in and go to Dumbledore-he'll know what to do"
The Death Eaters were drawing near, shoving some innocent people away, calling them Mudbloods. Thankfully they didn't come here to kill....Hopefully......
"James" Jay broke me out of a trance, he whispered, "C'mon" and dragged me back towards the small inn.
"No!" I broke off from him and grabbed my wand.
Damn, I hated them, all of them. Stupid Voldemort and his dunderheaded idiotic minons. I wanted them dead. Gone. Just gone.
"My GODS- JAMES!" I heard a scream behind me.
"CRUCIO!"
As soon as I heard the shout, I instinctively ducked and rolled over, the snow freezing cold.
I quickly looked behind me and choked.
Death Eaters. All of them. Must've been twenty or so, their hooded figures brought a sudden unhappy and chill down my back.
Frozen, I hoped that Jay was behind me. It seemed that I was alone- with them.
"Accio wand" a gruff voice from one of the Death Eaters said.
I didn't realize the wand in my hand was gone until my hand felt as if a million of needles were stuck there because I was grasping hard on snow.
My throat tightened as one of the Death Eaters walked closer to my fallen self, my body trembling violently.
I didn't know if I was imagining it but, some crazy idiot threw himself in front of me, as if protecting me......
My vision wasn't too good because of the snow. But as soon as I could make out the distinctive figure of my protector, I choked.
"Jay....."
My head was numb. I was wandless, helpless. Great......
Jay quickly looked back at me, his eyes shined with fright, "Run- Go to Dumbledore-NOW!"
I suddenly realized that, before me was a crazy lunatic who was trying to fight off twenty Death Eaters with his little worn eleven and a half inch wand.
I couldn't stand the craziness.
I stood up, just as I heard a whisper, "Crucio"
I braced myself, expecting the curse and heard myself scream.
No, I wasn't screaming.
Who-?
My brain stopped functioning properly. The blood on my facee drained. My mouth dry, my eyes wide open despite the sharp wind blowing at my face.
Jay.
Oh Merlin, he must be in deep pain (No duh, a voice in the back of my head snapped), Jay was on the ground rolling, twitching, screaming his head off-
I turned away. But realized I couldn't.
"Stop-...stop" I whispered frantically, my eyes caught a wand (Probably Jay's) that fell on the ground, barely visible.
"STOP!" I screamed but was drowned by Jay's continued howls, I jumped for the wand.
I grabbed for it and quickly jumped to the side barely missing the Stunning Spell.
The hand gripping on the wand was trembling so hard, I used my other hand to hold it down.
I was more than angry. Furious was more the word
"DAMN ALL OF YOU! I HATE YOU!" with a snarl I throatily shouted the Disarming curse, randomly pointing at one of the Death Eaters.
"EXPELLIARMUS!"
Pounding in my ears.
My whole body jerked and as if mysteriously pushed by strong invisible hands, I felt myself thrown across like a flimsy doll, and there I lay, sprawled on the ground full of snow, looking dazed at the gray sky.
We were goners. No that wasn't the word, we were- dead, yeah. My heart felt as if it were to explode any second now. Gosh, dying at age fourteen sucked. I'm still young, I desperately thought, as rough hands pulled me up. I'm still young. I'm still-
"What's your name kid?" a gruff voice pulled me back from my thoughts.
I stared at the dark hooded Death Eater. I almost snorted. Yeah, like I was going to tell my name to him.
As if reading my thoughts, the short Death Eater took out his wand. I froze.
"If you want to feel what your friend over there, felt of the Cruciatus Curse, be my guest"
The wand was centimeters away from my face.
I guess then, my pride took over, "Go ahead"
Meanwhile I was blindly cursing myself for letting my pride get the best of me, grimacing to get ready to feel the wrath of the curse.
The short Death Eater seemed to smile, "As you wish....."
I shut my eyes tightly, hoping that it would be over quick.
"Wait" another sharp voice interrupted the Death Eater who held me up.
The Death Eater released me, I blindly crashed back to the ground, and my back jerked in pain as small ice particles in the ground stung me.
"Lucius" the Death Eater growled, as the other tall figure approached.
"Make sure he's the one our Lord wants" a hiss came from the more powerful black figure.
The short Death Eater growled again, "I was just so doing that"
I felt myself pulled up again, unpleasantly by the back of my neck.
"What's your name, boy?"
I blinked and gasped, "What makes you-"
A hard slap smacked the side of my face, the stinging and the hurt ached my cheek.
"Like father like son"
I froze suddenly, my mouth shut.
"He's the one" the Death Eater named Lucius spoke.
"What makes you say that?" the other Death Eater snapped.
"The face is undeniable-and look at his robes- they're from Hogwarts"
"Him being in a student of Hogwarts does not matter-"
I looked up at the both of them debating silently to themselves, I turned slowly and saw that the rest of the Death Eaters had gone, and so were all the people out here, but the terrifying Dark Mark still floated lazily in the sky. I slowly turned again and almost fell.
Jay was laying there, breathing (I hoped), almost buried in snow, as snow innocently fell upon him. Oh God let him be alright, my head screamed.
I staggered.
The fingers around my neck hardened, "Tell me boy-for the last time- what is your name?"
"Before it will be forced out of you the harder way" the other whispered menacingly.
I think it's already being forced out of me, I spat silently.
I hesitated, "I don't know" (Damn you, I silently screamed at myself, for being stubborn)
"Very well" a wand now faced me.
Oh please, let there be anyone, help, I thought, my mind spun, where are the teachers? Where's Dumbledore-surely the news reached him by now that Hogsmade was being- please- help us.......
The End of Chapter Eleven
Author's Note: SORRY SORRY SORRY! FORGIVE ME......writers block, after much struggle I put this chapter up....sorry guys, if you were waiting for a long time.....the story's gonna get interesting......I promise, chapter twelve will be up in no time- thanks animegirl-mika for the suggestion....Hope you enjoyed......
PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!!!!!
~DarkMyst~*