Right, well, I've been putting this off for a really long time but I'll
have to start it now. The majority has it, and I'm going to do the one that
Voldemort is Harry's father. I think I need some balance in my reviews and
I will try not to make this too bad because I had lots of flames for 'The
Danger of Sharp Fans'. But, please do not be put off reading this because
you think you cannot insult me. Feel free to voice your opinions.
The people who supported the theory of Voldemort being Harry's father were:
Ravenclaw42
Jennifer Strong
kat
the penguins must be stopped
ittybittytreefrog
thanks!
By the way, could anyone suggest a name for me? I'm not that good at thinking them. __________________________________
(Untitled for now.) Chapter one.
Harry tossed and turned in his bed, trying to keep himself awake. He knew that, if he did go to sleep, he would have that dream again. the one about Voldemort. Harry shivered. He really didn't want to think about that dream. He yawned then, and purposefully pinched himself on the thigh, wanting the drowsiness to disappear. But soon, it crept up on him. Finally, he could not keep him self awake any longer.
He slept.
And dreamt.
He was walking through the corridor leading to Professor McGonagall's office. He didn't want to do it -- but escorting him were Wormtail and Bartimeus (A/N: tell me if there's a spelling mistake) Crouch Junior, back from the dead. They were holding one of his arms each, and tightly at that. It scared Harry to look at their faces, because they were blank with eyes that had no whites in them, their pupils dilated, as if they were drugged *. Which, Harry reminded himself, was very possible, though he thought it strange how one of the most powerful wizards in the world would resort to Muggle methods: surely there was some magic that he could use, for whatever he wanted his two most active followers to do.
The familiar corridor of Hogwarts seemed different for some reason. Everything felt dark, and not the usual bright, torch-lit corridor. Going into the office, he found himself facing the back of the chair. There was someone in that chair. Someone named Voldemort.
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*Thank you Tamora Pierce (The Circle Opens book 1: Magic Steps) and Isobelle Carmody (Scatterlings): for the information about drugged people and their eyeballs. ( I am modest, I admit where I needed help.)
I know it's really really short, but I'm in a hurry. all right, that's it for now, more coming, and please help me. When I started this story, I had absolutely no idea how to finish.
By the way, does anyone know how to do italics? I need them.
The people who supported the theory of Voldemort being Harry's father were:
Ravenclaw42
Jennifer Strong
kat
the penguins must be stopped
ittybittytreefrog
thanks!
By the way, could anyone suggest a name for me? I'm not that good at thinking them. __________________________________
(Untitled for now.) Chapter one.
Harry tossed and turned in his bed, trying to keep himself awake. He knew that, if he did go to sleep, he would have that dream again. the one about Voldemort. Harry shivered. He really didn't want to think about that dream. He yawned then, and purposefully pinched himself on the thigh, wanting the drowsiness to disappear. But soon, it crept up on him. Finally, he could not keep him self awake any longer.
He slept.
And dreamt.
He was walking through the corridor leading to Professor McGonagall's office. He didn't want to do it -- but escorting him were Wormtail and Bartimeus (A/N: tell me if there's a spelling mistake) Crouch Junior, back from the dead. They were holding one of his arms each, and tightly at that. It scared Harry to look at their faces, because they were blank with eyes that had no whites in them, their pupils dilated, as if they were drugged *. Which, Harry reminded himself, was very possible, though he thought it strange how one of the most powerful wizards in the world would resort to Muggle methods: surely there was some magic that he could use, for whatever he wanted his two most active followers to do.
The familiar corridor of Hogwarts seemed different for some reason. Everything felt dark, and not the usual bright, torch-lit corridor. Going into the office, he found himself facing the back of the chair. There was someone in that chair. Someone named Voldemort.
_____________________________
*Thank you Tamora Pierce (The Circle Opens book 1: Magic Steps) and Isobelle Carmody (Scatterlings): for the information about drugged people and their eyeballs. ( I am modest, I admit where I needed help.)
I know it's really really short, but I'm in a hurry. all right, that's it for now, more coming, and please help me. When I started this story, I had absolutely no idea how to finish.
By the way, does anyone know how to do italics? I need them.
