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with Harry Potter but copies of all four books, and the video. no no no! So
will the little green banana eating goblins STOP ASKING HER?!?! Thanks.
Anyhoo, this is Firegold's first Harry Potter fanfic, so plz be nice to
her. her ego is quite fragile. Hope you alls enjoys! PLZ review and no
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PS: Basically Firegold's continuation of the story from a different point of view.
Chapter One: The Dark Lord Makes A Conquest
Place: The American Academy Of Magic Time: 7:38:00 Place: Southern California, a remote cliffside castle by the Pacific
"Lathina! Come back here! You may not go practice Quidditch! It's dinner time!" yelled the tiny red-haired frenzied looking witch, running out of the castle after Lathina. Lathina turned around and stopped running. "But Professor Magwitch! I have to practice! How else is Dragon House going to win the House Cup?!" "They won't that's how! Getting food is much more important than some silly game. I don't care if my own house doesn't win. We haven't lost in thirteen years running. Now. would you be so kind as to not make me come after you again?" "Yes ma'am. But my broom is at the field. May I go get it?" The tiny witch sighed. "Yes you may. But I fully expect you back in the dining hall in fifteen minutes young lady. Understand?" "Yes ma'am." Lathina ran off toward the field, her long black hair fighting with her hat to be free in the wind. As she turned a corner, green eyes watching for any sort of movement, she snuck into the team locker rooms. Once in, she sighed. "What took you?" asked a male voice from the shadows. "Magwitch caught up to me as I was leaving the dining hall. She won't notice if I'm not back in half an hour, but we have to make this quick. We can't afford to lose any more points," Lathina said, grabbing her broom and heading for the doors. "Come on everyone!" As the Dragon House Quidditch Team mounted their brooms outside the locker rooms, Lathina took a good look at them all. There was Boris, the Keeper and Lathina's best friend. There were Jadzia, and Jared the twin beaters. Rachelle, Lance and Ed were the Chasers. Lathina was the Seeker, and captain of the team, it being her fifth year, and the oldest team member. "Alright. Lets just run some plays before Professor Magwitch comes back and tans our hides like she always threatens to." But before Lathina could finish, the sky began to rapidly grow dark. And then darker, and even yet darker. When it was black as pitch, green lights began to appear in the sky, swirling and shooting about like comets. As the team watched, hanging in midair, a skull with a serpent tounge unfolded over the school. "Holy @#$%!!!" yelled Lathina. "Everybody lets go! Follow me!" they raced off toward the far side of the Quidditch stadium and flew as fast as they could over the wall and down to the cliffs by the ocean. The castle was hidden by much magic, so even the tourists from California didn't find it on the beautiful southern coast. The team dropped down into the rock outcroppings just in time to see the most horrific site they would ever experience. A green light appeared within the castle's heart and grew until the building was full of it. Lathina and her friends could hear the screams of teachers and students from the inside, panicing at who knew what. Suddenly the green light blew up, taking the entirety of the castle and Quidditch field with it. The shock wave passed over the team, and as they fought to hold onto the rocks, a cold high laughter shook the air.
Place: Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry Time- 7: 38:30
Hogwarts was sitting happily down to dinner, and Harry helped himself to some treacle pudding. The three friends were laughing at the look on Snape's face that morning when Neville accidentally-on-purpose plastered the wastes of a lynx all over Snape's robes. Just as Hermione began to ask Harry how Quidditch was going, Harry yelped in pain. His eyes watered and he bent in half, clutching his head. "Harry! Harry! What's the matter?" gasped Hermione. Harry fought to calm down through the pain in his scar. "My scar. my scar. this is one of the worst times. owwwwww. Listen you guys, I'm going to lie down before I attract any more attention. You stay here. I'll be fine." Despite the protests of Ron and Hermione, Harry climbed the stairs to Gryffindor commen room and set about a letter to Sirus. Later, he would tell Professor Dumbledor. Something like this pain had to be bad. especially if the Dark Lord's anger was directed at someone other than himself..
There we go. Firegold likes this chapter and hopes its up to standards. People call her the Qween Of Cliffhangers. This story should hold up that reputation. R&R plz!
PS: Basically Firegold's continuation of the story from a different point of view.
Chapter One: The Dark Lord Makes A Conquest
Place: The American Academy Of Magic Time: 7:38:00 Place: Southern California, a remote cliffside castle by the Pacific
"Lathina! Come back here! You may not go practice Quidditch! It's dinner time!" yelled the tiny red-haired frenzied looking witch, running out of the castle after Lathina. Lathina turned around and stopped running. "But Professor Magwitch! I have to practice! How else is Dragon House going to win the House Cup?!" "They won't that's how! Getting food is much more important than some silly game. I don't care if my own house doesn't win. We haven't lost in thirteen years running. Now. would you be so kind as to not make me come after you again?" "Yes ma'am. But my broom is at the field. May I go get it?" The tiny witch sighed. "Yes you may. But I fully expect you back in the dining hall in fifteen minutes young lady. Understand?" "Yes ma'am." Lathina ran off toward the field, her long black hair fighting with her hat to be free in the wind. As she turned a corner, green eyes watching for any sort of movement, she snuck into the team locker rooms. Once in, she sighed. "What took you?" asked a male voice from the shadows. "Magwitch caught up to me as I was leaving the dining hall. She won't notice if I'm not back in half an hour, but we have to make this quick. We can't afford to lose any more points," Lathina said, grabbing her broom and heading for the doors. "Come on everyone!" As the Dragon House Quidditch Team mounted their brooms outside the locker rooms, Lathina took a good look at them all. There was Boris, the Keeper and Lathina's best friend. There were Jadzia, and Jared the twin beaters. Rachelle, Lance and Ed were the Chasers. Lathina was the Seeker, and captain of the team, it being her fifth year, and the oldest team member. "Alright. Lets just run some plays before Professor Magwitch comes back and tans our hides like she always threatens to." But before Lathina could finish, the sky began to rapidly grow dark. And then darker, and even yet darker. When it was black as pitch, green lights began to appear in the sky, swirling and shooting about like comets. As the team watched, hanging in midair, a skull with a serpent tounge unfolded over the school. "Holy @#$%!!!" yelled Lathina. "Everybody lets go! Follow me!" they raced off toward the far side of the Quidditch stadium and flew as fast as they could over the wall and down to the cliffs by the ocean. The castle was hidden by much magic, so even the tourists from California didn't find it on the beautiful southern coast. The team dropped down into the rock outcroppings just in time to see the most horrific site they would ever experience. A green light appeared within the castle's heart and grew until the building was full of it. Lathina and her friends could hear the screams of teachers and students from the inside, panicing at who knew what. Suddenly the green light blew up, taking the entirety of the castle and Quidditch field with it. The shock wave passed over the team, and as they fought to hold onto the rocks, a cold high laughter shook the air.
Place: Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry Time- 7: 38:30
Hogwarts was sitting happily down to dinner, and Harry helped himself to some treacle pudding. The three friends were laughing at the look on Snape's face that morning when Neville accidentally-on-purpose plastered the wastes of a lynx all over Snape's robes. Just as Hermione began to ask Harry how Quidditch was going, Harry yelped in pain. His eyes watered and he bent in half, clutching his head. "Harry! Harry! What's the matter?" gasped Hermione. Harry fought to calm down through the pain in his scar. "My scar. my scar. this is one of the worst times. owwwwww. Listen you guys, I'm going to lie down before I attract any more attention. You stay here. I'll be fine." Despite the protests of Ron and Hermione, Harry climbed the stairs to Gryffindor commen room and set about a letter to Sirus. Later, he would tell Professor Dumbledor. Something like this pain had to be bad. especially if the Dark Lord's anger was directed at someone other than himself..
There we go. Firegold likes this chapter and hopes its up to standards. People call her the Qween Of Cliffhangers. This story should hold up that reputation. R&R plz!