"To be a Hero"
Disclaimer~ I don't know if this has been done before, but if it has, I didn't copy off you, I SWEAR! But if this is the first like this on Harry Potter FF.net, then, DON'T STEAL MY IDEA! It is hard, really hard, if you do plan on using it. But Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling and not me.
Chapter 1-
You are Harry Potter, the boy who lived. The one who survived all of Voldemort's blows ever since you were nothing but a year old. Who would have known that the small child who unintentionally overcame the dark lord would grow up to be such an average teen.
Slowly, you blink your flashing emerald eyes open after resting them for a small time. You pick your head up off of the soft goose feather pillow that you had been resting your head on and look at the book on your stomach. You had fallen asleep while staying up late so you could finish some things on your homework essay on 'bubbling concoctions for curing warts'. You look at your scroll of parchment and nod in content. It was rather lengthy and pretty in-depth, so Snape won't have a reason to yell at you for bad homework.
The room was still mostly dark with small tweaks of light shining over your sleep laden eyes. 'It must still be early,' you think. Groggily heading for the wardrobe mirror, you stare into it blankly. Your bed ragged self stares back with the same brilliant green. Your hair is a big black mess as usual, and your body is shapely and firm from working out on the Quidditch field everyday since your first year. "Well good morning, sunshine. I didn't know whether to throw one of my drawers at you or to call the mortuary!" The mirror said in a harsh tone. You decide not to pay attention to the attitude that your furniture is giving you but question it none the less. "What do you mean by that?" You ask while pulling a wooly crimson jumper over your head. It covers your bare chest and snuggles to your skin like a blanket of warm water that shields the cold from your body. You then button your school robe over the jumper and straighten its mass of wrinkles while listening to the wooden wardrobe speak. "Well dear, the other boys left the room an hour and a half ago and I thought that you had died," the mirror retorted. Oh no. Had you slept in? You run to the beds of your friends; they are empty and cold, their clothes, bags and books all gone. You try not to panic, but that is hard seeing that you are going to be late to potions class! You grab your homework and papers and run as fast as you can out of your dormitory and into the corridor, speeding towards the dungeons. But wait, you stop in the halls to think. You know that there are two ways to get to the dark and lowly classrooms: There is the regular way that will take you about 6 minutes to run to, but there is the other way that will get you there in less then 2. But it is the forbidden passage, off limits to students and faculty alike. You think about this, 'should I take my chances on it or just be late?'
To continue on your way the regular way, go to chapter 3
To go through the forbidden passage, go to chapter 2
Disclaimer~ I don't know if this has been done before, but if it has, I didn't copy off you, I SWEAR! But if this is the first like this on Harry Potter FF.net, then, DON'T STEAL MY IDEA! It is hard, really hard, if you do plan on using it. But Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling and not me.
Chapter 1-
You are Harry Potter, the boy who lived. The one who survived all of Voldemort's blows ever since you were nothing but a year old. Who would have known that the small child who unintentionally overcame the dark lord would grow up to be such an average teen.
Slowly, you blink your flashing emerald eyes open after resting them for a small time. You pick your head up off of the soft goose feather pillow that you had been resting your head on and look at the book on your stomach. You had fallen asleep while staying up late so you could finish some things on your homework essay on 'bubbling concoctions for curing warts'. You look at your scroll of parchment and nod in content. It was rather lengthy and pretty in-depth, so Snape won't have a reason to yell at you for bad homework.
The room was still mostly dark with small tweaks of light shining over your sleep laden eyes. 'It must still be early,' you think. Groggily heading for the wardrobe mirror, you stare into it blankly. Your bed ragged self stares back with the same brilliant green. Your hair is a big black mess as usual, and your body is shapely and firm from working out on the Quidditch field everyday since your first year. "Well good morning, sunshine. I didn't know whether to throw one of my drawers at you or to call the mortuary!" The mirror said in a harsh tone. You decide not to pay attention to the attitude that your furniture is giving you but question it none the less. "What do you mean by that?" You ask while pulling a wooly crimson jumper over your head. It covers your bare chest and snuggles to your skin like a blanket of warm water that shields the cold from your body. You then button your school robe over the jumper and straighten its mass of wrinkles while listening to the wooden wardrobe speak. "Well dear, the other boys left the room an hour and a half ago and I thought that you had died," the mirror retorted. Oh no. Had you slept in? You run to the beds of your friends; they are empty and cold, their clothes, bags and books all gone. You try not to panic, but that is hard seeing that you are going to be late to potions class! You grab your homework and papers and run as fast as you can out of your dormitory and into the corridor, speeding towards the dungeons. But wait, you stop in the halls to think. You know that there are two ways to get to the dark and lowly classrooms: There is the regular way that will take you about 6 minutes to run to, but there is the other way that will get you there in less then 2. But it is the forbidden passage, off limits to students and faculty alike. You think about this, 'should I take my chances on it or just be late?'
To continue on your way the regular way, go to chapter 3
To go through the forbidden passage, go to chapter 2