To Be Lost
By: H. B. Fred
A/N I am dedicating this story to a very great writer. Her name is Harmony Slytherin, and you should go read her stories or she's gonna kill me. (She's my sister.) It's also dedicated to all her friends: Star*dust, Diana Snape, Sierra Charm, Silverphoenixwings, and Britz because, well, they know my sister, and therefore, they'll review this! This is my first story, so take it easy...break the truth gently. Soon, I'll be posting a comical story called 'Dumbledore & Co.'s Keys'. Have fun, and don't forget to REVIEW!!!!
Prolouge:
Last Summer
Harry, Ron, and Hermione had been the best of friends since their first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. They were their way to their seventh and final year at Hogwarts. Harry continued to tell himself he would be safe at Hogwarts with Dumbledore. But he knew, as long as Voldemort was back in power, no one was safe.
It had been a very long summer. As the summer began, Harry thought it would be the best summer ever. The year before, Dumbledore began a program to help first years cope withthe threat of Voldemort's steady rising. The first years took the offer greatfully. Dumbledore needed some students to run the program...the four most experienced students in fighting the Dark Arts. harry, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny were chosen. The H.H.R.G. (both the name and the club and the initials of Harry, Hermione, Ron and Ginny) was a hit with the first years. Harry met this particular first year Gryffindor named Tim...but he was never at breakfast. Near the end of the year Harry wanted Tim's address so he could write to him. Time said he was allergic to owls. It hit Harry like a brick.
"So that's why he's never at breakfast," Harry muttered to himself.
"Huh?" Said Tim.
Harry said (as if he had just had an insight), "You're never at breakfast because your allergic to the mail owls!"
"You finnaly figured it out," Tim said, pretending to be impressed, but horribly failing, "Bravo! Anway," Tim continued, using his regular voice. "Do you know how to work the Muggle mail?"
"Yeah," Harry moaned. "I learned with the most Muggles on the planet, the Dursleys,"
"THE Dursleys?" Tims said, shocked and bewildered. "THE self absorbed, perfectly Muggle DURSLEYS!? Of number four, Privet Drive?!?!?!?!"
Harry, taken by surprise by the small first year's storng voice, mumbled "Yeah..." Recovering from the shock, he mumbled, "How did you know?"
"I live on number eight!"
"No way!!" Harry exclaimed.
"Way!!!"
"Impossible!!!"
"Possible!!!!"
"Inconceivable!!!!!"
"Conceivable!!!!!!" (and just as Harry began to shout once again, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny entered the common room)
"BULL SHIT!!!!!!!" Harry screamed with excitement.
"NO SHIT!!!!!!!!" Tim yelled with even more excitement.
"Really?" Harry asked, perfectly clam.
"Really really," Was Tim's response.
Hermione, Ron, and Ginny were all shocked, dazed, and very confused. "What just happened here?" Said Ron.
"Tim lives on Privet Draive," Harry responded.
"So what's the yelling about?" Ginny blurted. Tim drew a long breath. Everyone else knew they were in for one of Tim's famous one breath speeches.
"I learned Harry live on number four, so I told him that I lived on number eight. So he said 'no way', me 'way', he 'impossible', me possible', he 'inconceivable, me 'conceivable', he 'bullshit', me 'no shit', and that's how it all went down." Tim said.
"O.K."Hermione said,"Any way,Professor McGonagal said we have to start packing. We're leaving a couple hours earlier due to a storm comeing in."
"OY." Ginney yelped,"Ron, just rememberd, Mom wants to see you in your new sweater. You know, the one from christmas. She said just wear it home."
"Great,"Ron mouned,"the dorkiest sweater ever!"
Mrs. Weasly hadn't meant to make Ron's sweater so strange-looking. She sneezed at the exact moment she conjured up Ron's sweater; causing a rather strange outcome. Ron's sweater had turned out hot pink with neon green polka-dots.
"O.K." Ron huffed,"Harry can I borrow your invisability cloak?"
"Sure, catch." said Harry as he flung the cloak.
"Thanks."Ron said as he caught it.
"Wow, our first time to see the misterious dork sweater." Hermione said.
"Ha, ha, very funny Hermione." Ron groaned. "Okay. It's on, but to see it you'll have to get this cloak off me first!" Ron let down the hood of Harry's cloak.
"ACCIO!" Harry proclaimed, wasting no time. Ron turned around blushing.
"Ta DA!" He yelled. Everyone started laughing at Ron's sweater,l evern Ron joined in. Once they all calmed down Ron said, "At least it's not maroon," Ginny studied him again.
"It makes your hair look maroon," She commented.
"WHAT?!?!" Ron screamed. On that note they left for the Hogwarts Express,
The train ride home was uneventful, as was the beginning of the summer. Harry unsurprisingly spent most of his time at Tim's house.
Mrs. Elddir, Tim's mom, was a witch and was head of the Muggle Peoples and Magical Peoples Relations Deparment at the Ministry of Magic. Mr. Elddir, on the other hand, was Muggle. His job had surprised Harry...he was a Muggle mailman! Before a week of holidays went by, Harry had learned that it Mr. Elddir had been the man that had delivered the letter from the Weasleys just before Harry's fourth year at Hogwarts. It was one of the few things Mr. Elddir found funny, because he was a very solemn man.
The summer went on like this until early August. It was late, very late, around 2 in the morning. Harry was having his nightmare. The one where he was bound to Tom Riddle's tombstone, and his robes were drenched in blood, and his scar split his head in pain. This nightmare with Voldemort. He had gone through this dream so many times he had it memorized. Harry would first see his father, then his mother, then Voldemort would come before him, raise his wand, and then there would be a green flash. Then Harry would wake up drenched in sweat. Harry felt his scar.
Dumbledore had enhanced his scar so that Harry could detect Voldemort from further away than before. When Dumbledore first brought the idea to Harry, Harry thought Dumbledore was just trying to use Harry as a senser to detect Voldemort. When Harry thought about it, he agreed. He knew Dumbledore wasn't trying to use Harry...he was trying to protect him.So now Harry's lightning bolt scar was much more sensitive to Voldemort's presence. Now when Voldemort was about 5 miles away Harry's scar would pain him. When Voldemort was about 3 miles away, Harry became sick to his stomach. When Voldemort reached the original range, Harry's scar would bleed.
Harry felt his scar again. It still hurt from the dream. It had never lasted that long before.
All of a sudden a tennisball sized owl named Pig flew through the window and dropped a small letter in Harry's lap. Harry read it.
Harry,
Voldemort is on the move. Maybe coming for you. Get to the Burrow.
Ron
Harry's stomach lurched.
All the signs were there, the pain in his scar, his upset stomach, the letter. Harry had to get to Tim's fireplace. He would've apparated but hadn't learned how yet.
Harr bolted down the stairs and through the door, not caring if he woke up the Dursleys. Harry turned rof #8. As Harry ran, he stumbled, fell to his knees, and threw up. As he reached #8, he discovered the door was locked. He also discovered he was defenseless, his wand was back in his school bag along with his robes and Firebolt 3000.
"Dammit," Harry spat as he felt under the mat for the spare key. He found it and shoved it in the key-hole.
As the door flung open Harry relled for help. Within seconds there was a small 'pop' and Mrs. Elddir appeared in front of Harry.
"Are you alright?" Mrs. Elddir asked. She saw he was sick. "I'll get the bucket, stay right there." She went to the kitchen.
Mr. Elddir and Tim came down the stairs at full speed.
"I need...to get to the...Burrow," Harry huffed. He was too sick to speak correctly. "Voldemort...attacking...now!"
"I'll start a fire. Tim, floo powder, now!"Mr. Elddir orderd, "Do you think you could go to your friends house, Ron...I think...this early in the morning?"
"Yes."Harry said.
Mrs. Elddir came back with the bucket. Harry vomitted again. Mr. Elddir took a long match out of a box above the fire place, and started the gas for the fire. Harry was glad they had a gas fire place. Mr. Elddir struck the match and lit the fire.
Tim ran in with a sack of flu powder then he throu a pinch of it into the fire. Harry walked into the newly lit fire and yelled"The Borrow!"
Harry fell on the flore of the Weasly home. When he looked up he couldn't help but smile. Mr. Weasly was sitting in a high backed arm chair, directly acrose from him sat Ron, in the same type of arm chair. Both were sound asleep. In between the two of them sat a half finished game of ches.
Harry touched his scar, there was a single drop of blood there. Harry felt alful. He left the Elddirs behind to deal with Voldemort. But less than a couple seconds went by when Tim came falling throu the fire.
"Mom and dad are coming." Tim said
There was a POP! then Mrs. Elddir was standing before them. Then Mr. Elddir fell throu the fire.
"How did you do that?" Harry asked Mr. Elddir, "I thout Muggles couldn't travle by flu powder."
" I'm not just a muggle, I'm a squib. So theres some magic in me." anserd Mr. Elddir
"Oh." exlmed Harry. "I think I'll wake up Mr. Weasly now."
Mr. Weasley was very happy to see Harry, but surprised to see the Elddirs. Harry explained the situation to him, Mr. Weasley was happy they were okay. He found them all beds, then they slept.
Not much else happened that sumjmer. The Elddirs stayed for about a weeki. Then Mr. ande Mrs. Elddir went home, but Tim was going to stay at the Burrow for the remainder of the summer. Mrs. Elddir went over Harry and Tim's things. Hermione came over to the Burrow, then they went to Diagon Alley.
About a week before September the first, Ginny got really sick with the flu. Within two days the entire household became sick. But not as sick as Ginny. Harry's flu came with headaches no one else had to deal with. Harry never liked headaches...they pained his scar.
One more thing happened that week. Harry had his dream again. But it was different. Everything went as planned up to when Voldemort walked up to Harry. Harry prepared for the green flash, then waking up, but it never came. Harry's dream self looked at the image of Voldemort standing before him. The figure spoke.
"I'm coming for you."
Harry woke up swimming in sweat. He wanted to be fully awake, so he went to the bathroom to splash his face with water. He went back to Charlie's old room, in which he was staying. Harry took out some parchment and wrote a letter to Dumbledore. He gave the letter to his beloved owl, Hedwig, then after a loving nip on Harry's ear, she set out for Hogwarts.
Harry went downstairs to the kitchen and waited for Mrs. Weasley to come down and begin cooking breakfast. Mrs. Weasley finally came downstairs. "Well, what are you doing up so early, Harry?" She yawned.
"Bad dream woke me up."
"Oh,"
"Need help with breakfast?"
"No, I'm okay," Mrs. Weasley said. "But you can wake up everyone else. We have to leave in a couple of hours, you know."
"What?" Harry asked.
"It's September 1st, Harry dear."
"Oh, forgot. Well, I better wake up the others." Harry trotted upstairs, waking up everyone on the way. He reached the top and went into Ron's room. Ron was sleeping soundly.
"Wake up Ron," Harry said.
"No!" Ron yawned. "I don't think I will."
"Yes, you will."
"No, I won't!"
"Yes, you will!"
"Make me."
"Okay." Harry ripped off Ron's blanket. The red head sat bolt-straight and yelped.
"Okay, okay, you win."
Footsteps came from downstairs, then Tim came scrashing through the door. "Ron, Harry!" Tim said. "Food's gettin' cold, c'mon!"
*********
At 11:00 the Hogwarts Express left for the almight castle of Hogwarts. Harry and Ginny were huddled up in the corner talking. They had been going out since Harry's 5th year. Ron and Tim sat watching in disgust. They were both perfectly happy being, as they put it, 'available'.
Hermione was waiting for her Ickle-sweetums-honey-baby-poo. Seconds later Draco Malfoy came bursting through yelling: "Where's my sugar-sweet-honey-butter cups?"
After that Draco and Hermione were all over each other.
The bouncy ride of the train caused the after-math of Harry's flu to haunt him. His head and scar throbbed, and he thought he was going to throw up. Harry touched his scar.
There was blood.
By: H. B. Fred
A/N I am dedicating this story to a very great writer. Her name is Harmony Slytherin, and you should go read her stories or she's gonna kill me. (She's my sister.) It's also dedicated to all her friends: Star*dust, Diana Snape, Sierra Charm, Silverphoenixwings, and Britz because, well, they know my sister, and therefore, they'll review this! This is my first story, so take it easy...break the truth gently. Soon, I'll be posting a comical story called 'Dumbledore & Co.'s Keys'. Have fun, and don't forget to REVIEW!!!!
Prolouge:
Last Summer
Harry, Ron, and Hermione had been the best of friends since their first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. They were their way to their seventh and final year at Hogwarts. Harry continued to tell himself he would be safe at Hogwarts with Dumbledore. But he knew, as long as Voldemort was back in power, no one was safe.
It had been a very long summer. As the summer began, Harry thought it would be the best summer ever. The year before, Dumbledore began a program to help first years cope withthe threat of Voldemort's steady rising. The first years took the offer greatfully. Dumbledore needed some students to run the program...the four most experienced students in fighting the Dark Arts. harry, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny were chosen. The H.H.R.G. (both the name and the club and the initials of Harry, Hermione, Ron and Ginny) was a hit with the first years. Harry met this particular first year Gryffindor named Tim...but he was never at breakfast. Near the end of the year Harry wanted Tim's address so he could write to him. Time said he was allergic to owls. It hit Harry like a brick.
"So that's why he's never at breakfast," Harry muttered to himself.
"Huh?" Said Tim.
Harry said (as if he had just had an insight), "You're never at breakfast because your allergic to the mail owls!"
"You finnaly figured it out," Tim said, pretending to be impressed, but horribly failing, "Bravo! Anway," Tim continued, using his regular voice. "Do you know how to work the Muggle mail?"
"Yeah," Harry moaned. "I learned with the most Muggles on the planet, the Dursleys,"
"THE Dursleys?" Tims said, shocked and bewildered. "THE self absorbed, perfectly Muggle DURSLEYS!? Of number four, Privet Drive?!?!?!?!"
Harry, taken by surprise by the small first year's storng voice, mumbled "Yeah..." Recovering from the shock, he mumbled, "How did you know?"
"I live on number eight!"
"No way!!" Harry exclaimed.
"Way!!!"
"Impossible!!!"
"Possible!!!!"
"Inconceivable!!!!!"
"Conceivable!!!!!!" (and just as Harry began to shout once again, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny entered the common room)
"BULL SHIT!!!!!!!" Harry screamed with excitement.
"NO SHIT!!!!!!!!" Tim yelled with even more excitement.
"Really?" Harry asked, perfectly clam.
"Really really," Was Tim's response.
Hermione, Ron, and Ginny were all shocked, dazed, and very confused. "What just happened here?" Said Ron.
"Tim lives on Privet Draive," Harry responded.
"So what's the yelling about?" Ginny blurted. Tim drew a long breath. Everyone else knew they were in for one of Tim's famous one breath speeches.
"I learned Harry live on number four, so I told him that I lived on number eight. So he said 'no way', me 'way', he 'impossible', me possible', he 'inconceivable, me 'conceivable', he 'bullshit', me 'no shit', and that's how it all went down." Tim said.
"O.K."Hermione said,"Any way,Professor McGonagal said we have to start packing. We're leaving a couple hours earlier due to a storm comeing in."
"OY." Ginney yelped,"Ron, just rememberd, Mom wants to see you in your new sweater. You know, the one from christmas. She said just wear it home."
"Great,"Ron mouned,"the dorkiest sweater ever!"
Mrs. Weasly hadn't meant to make Ron's sweater so strange-looking. She sneezed at the exact moment she conjured up Ron's sweater; causing a rather strange outcome. Ron's sweater had turned out hot pink with neon green polka-dots.
"O.K." Ron huffed,"Harry can I borrow your invisability cloak?"
"Sure, catch." said Harry as he flung the cloak.
"Thanks."Ron said as he caught it.
"Wow, our first time to see the misterious dork sweater." Hermione said.
"Ha, ha, very funny Hermione." Ron groaned. "Okay. It's on, but to see it you'll have to get this cloak off me first!" Ron let down the hood of Harry's cloak.
"ACCIO!" Harry proclaimed, wasting no time. Ron turned around blushing.
"Ta DA!" He yelled. Everyone started laughing at Ron's sweater,l evern Ron joined in. Once they all calmed down Ron said, "At least it's not maroon," Ginny studied him again.
"It makes your hair look maroon," She commented.
"WHAT?!?!" Ron screamed. On that note they left for the Hogwarts Express,
The train ride home was uneventful, as was the beginning of the summer. Harry unsurprisingly spent most of his time at Tim's house.
Mrs. Elddir, Tim's mom, was a witch and was head of the Muggle Peoples and Magical Peoples Relations Deparment at the Ministry of Magic. Mr. Elddir, on the other hand, was Muggle. His job had surprised Harry...he was a Muggle mailman! Before a week of holidays went by, Harry had learned that it Mr. Elddir had been the man that had delivered the letter from the Weasleys just before Harry's fourth year at Hogwarts. It was one of the few things Mr. Elddir found funny, because he was a very solemn man.
The summer went on like this until early August. It was late, very late, around 2 in the morning. Harry was having his nightmare. The one where he was bound to Tom Riddle's tombstone, and his robes were drenched in blood, and his scar split his head in pain. This nightmare with Voldemort. He had gone through this dream so many times he had it memorized. Harry would first see his father, then his mother, then Voldemort would come before him, raise his wand, and then there would be a green flash. Then Harry would wake up drenched in sweat. Harry felt his scar.
Dumbledore had enhanced his scar so that Harry could detect Voldemort from further away than before. When Dumbledore first brought the idea to Harry, Harry thought Dumbledore was just trying to use Harry as a senser to detect Voldemort. When Harry thought about it, he agreed. He knew Dumbledore wasn't trying to use Harry...he was trying to protect him.So now Harry's lightning bolt scar was much more sensitive to Voldemort's presence. Now when Voldemort was about 5 miles away Harry's scar would pain him. When Voldemort was about 3 miles away, Harry became sick to his stomach. When Voldemort reached the original range, Harry's scar would bleed.
Harry felt his scar again. It still hurt from the dream. It had never lasted that long before.
All of a sudden a tennisball sized owl named Pig flew through the window and dropped a small letter in Harry's lap. Harry read it.
Harry,
Voldemort is on the move. Maybe coming for you. Get to the Burrow.
Ron
Harry's stomach lurched.
All the signs were there, the pain in his scar, his upset stomach, the letter. Harry had to get to Tim's fireplace. He would've apparated but hadn't learned how yet.
Harr bolted down the stairs and through the door, not caring if he woke up the Dursleys. Harry turned rof #8. As Harry ran, he stumbled, fell to his knees, and threw up. As he reached #8, he discovered the door was locked. He also discovered he was defenseless, his wand was back in his school bag along with his robes and Firebolt 3000.
"Dammit," Harry spat as he felt under the mat for the spare key. He found it and shoved it in the key-hole.
As the door flung open Harry relled for help. Within seconds there was a small 'pop' and Mrs. Elddir appeared in front of Harry.
"Are you alright?" Mrs. Elddir asked. She saw he was sick. "I'll get the bucket, stay right there." She went to the kitchen.
Mr. Elddir and Tim came down the stairs at full speed.
"I need...to get to the...Burrow," Harry huffed. He was too sick to speak correctly. "Voldemort...attacking...now!"
"I'll start a fire. Tim, floo powder, now!"Mr. Elddir orderd, "Do you think you could go to your friends house, Ron...I think...this early in the morning?"
"Yes."Harry said.
Mrs. Elddir came back with the bucket. Harry vomitted again. Mr. Elddir took a long match out of a box above the fire place, and started the gas for the fire. Harry was glad they had a gas fire place. Mr. Elddir struck the match and lit the fire.
Tim ran in with a sack of flu powder then he throu a pinch of it into the fire. Harry walked into the newly lit fire and yelled"The Borrow!"
Harry fell on the flore of the Weasly home. When he looked up he couldn't help but smile. Mr. Weasly was sitting in a high backed arm chair, directly acrose from him sat Ron, in the same type of arm chair. Both were sound asleep. In between the two of them sat a half finished game of ches.
Harry touched his scar, there was a single drop of blood there. Harry felt alful. He left the Elddirs behind to deal with Voldemort. But less than a couple seconds went by when Tim came falling throu the fire.
"Mom and dad are coming." Tim said
There was a POP! then Mrs. Elddir was standing before them. Then Mr. Elddir fell throu the fire.
"How did you do that?" Harry asked Mr. Elddir, "I thout Muggles couldn't travle by flu powder."
" I'm not just a muggle, I'm a squib. So theres some magic in me." anserd Mr. Elddir
"Oh." exlmed Harry. "I think I'll wake up Mr. Weasly now."
Mr. Weasley was very happy to see Harry, but surprised to see the Elddirs. Harry explained the situation to him, Mr. Weasley was happy they were okay. He found them all beds, then they slept.
Not much else happened that sumjmer. The Elddirs stayed for about a weeki. Then Mr. ande Mrs. Elddir went home, but Tim was going to stay at the Burrow for the remainder of the summer. Mrs. Elddir went over Harry and Tim's things. Hermione came over to the Burrow, then they went to Diagon Alley.
About a week before September the first, Ginny got really sick with the flu. Within two days the entire household became sick. But not as sick as Ginny. Harry's flu came with headaches no one else had to deal with. Harry never liked headaches...they pained his scar.
One more thing happened that week. Harry had his dream again. But it was different. Everything went as planned up to when Voldemort walked up to Harry. Harry prepared for the green flash, then waking up, but it never came. Harry's dream self looked at the image of Voldemort standing before him. The figure spoke.
"I'm coming for you."
Harry woke up swimming in sweat. He wanted to be fully awake, so he went to the bathroom to splash his face with water. He went back to Charlie's old room, in which he was staying. Harry took out some parchment and wrote a letter to Dumbledore. He gave the letter to his beloved owl, Hedwig, then after a loving nip on Harry's ear, she set out for Hogwarts.
Harry went downstairs to the kitchen and waited for Mrs. Weasley to come down and begin cooking breakfast. Mrs. Weasley finally came downstairs. "Well, what are you doing up so early, Harry?" She yawned.
"Bad dream woke me up."
"Oh,"
"Need help with breakfast?"
"No, I'm okay," Mrs. Weasley said. "But you can wake up everyone else. We have to leave in a couple of hours, you know."
"What?" Harry asked.
"It's September 1st, Harry dear."
"Oh, forgot. Well, I better wake up the others." Harry trotted upstairs, waking up everyone on the way. He reached the top and went into Ron's room. Ron was sleeping soundly.
"Wake up Ron," Harry said.
"No!" Ron yawned. "I don't think I will."
"Yes, you will."
"No, I won't!"
"Yes, you will!"
"Make me."
"Okay." Harry ripped off Ron's blanket. The red head sat bolt-straight and yelped.
"Okay, okay, you win."
Footsteps came from downstairs, then Tim came scrashing through the door. "Ron, Harry!" Tim said. "Food's gettin' cold, c'mon!"
*********
At 11:00 the Hogwarts Express left for the almight castle of Hogwarts. Harry and Ginny were huddled up in the corner talking. They had been going out since Harry's 5th year. Ron and Tim sat watching in disgust. They were both perfectly happy being, as they put it, 'available'.
Hermione was waiting for her Ickle-sweetums-honey-baby-poo. Seconds later Draco Malfoy came bursting through yelling: "Where's my sugar-sweet-honey-butter cups?"
After that Draco and Hermione were all over each other.
The bouncy ride of the train caused the after-math of Harry's flu to haunt him. His head and scar throbbed, and he thought he was going to throw up. Harry touched his scar.
There was blood.