AN: Thank you to everyone who reviewed.
Pixi- Yeah, I will be doing a lot of "setting up the action" in the beginning chappies. Stuff happens, but not too much important stuff. Yay for Hr/D!!
Lillmissperfect- ::feels very special:: Wow!! Thank you! Is this considered regularly? After all, I did post it last Monday. And I admit I haven't read many HP fanfics, but I think the plot I have in mind is original. ^_^
Jodi- ::grins nervously:: Opps. You caught me. Thanks!
And I still own nada and never will own anything. ^^;;
"..." is talking, '...' is thought, [...] is AN, (...) is extra info but part of the fic, ... means trailed off, -- means interrupted. Enjoy the fic and please review to let me know how you like it! Thanks!
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A boy with tousled dark hair and bright green eyes sat on the edge of his bed, holding his head in his hands. He tried to shake the morbid images of vivid detail from his mind.
He hadn't told anyone. Not even Sirius. He knew how busy his godfather was these days, and he didn't want him to worry.
But the dreams were back. At first, in the beginning of the summer, he'd relived the Third Task and Cedric's death countless times. He'd seen Wormtail with his silver arm and Voldemort with his red eyes and the shadows on his parents and . . .
But at the end of July, the nightmares stopped. He was able to sleep in peace again. He never guessed that it was because he was under the protection of his zodiac, Leo.
But none of that mattered anymore. Because they were back. And this time, they weren't just memories repeating over in his head. They were new images, of places he'd never seen. Of the past, present, or future, he couldn't he sure.
But the suffering was always there, he could tell that much. Sometimes it was a battlefield, with men in strange armor invading a city with flames leaping all around.
But more often than not, it would be a family, trying to protect each other. There would be a flash of green light, and they would be no more. Too often the family reminded him of the Weasleys. Harry shivered.
The victims never screamed audibly, but their horrified yells still filled his heart.
He looked at the watch Sirius had given him for his birthday. Mixed with an alloy of moonlight and quartz, the timepiece glowed faintly in the darkness. '4:23,' it read. 'Mon. Sept. 1'
Harry groaned and rolled over. In only a few hours, he'd be awake again, running around doing last-minute checks on supplies and preparing for the new year at school.
The ghoul knocked something over in the attic. Ron mumbled something about a 'quaffle' and rolled over, but continued snoring softly. Harry tried to stuff the covers in is ears. Although he was very grateful to the Weasley for taking him in most of the summer, would he never get any peace and quiet?
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"Ronniekins! It's time to get up, ickle Ronniekins."
Fred stepped quietly behind his younger brother's head while George continued to taunt him in a sweet voice. "The train leaves in five minutes, Ronniekins, and you will be on it, with Mr. Fluffy* or not."
Ron's eyes snapped open. "Wha?"
Fred tipped the bucket. Icy water poured down his brother's head as Ron let out a high-pitched scream and fled to the bathroom.
"Mission accomplished!" said George, high-fiving his twin. Harry, already dressed with bags under his eyes, looked in.
"That wasn't very nice to scare him like that," he said, while munching on a piece of toast. "We still have almost two hours."
"Aww! Harry-poo is up already!" whined George. "Doesn't Harry-poo want a free shower, too?"
Harry smirked. "I'll pass, but Percy looks like he needs one."
A pair of devilish grins lit up the two faces, and they silently snuck out of the room to find their new prey.
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After many screams and chasings around the Burrow everyone was finally eating breakfast peacefully at the Weasley table. Or as peaceful as possible in a family of nine. Harry watched, amused, as Percy (whose hair was wrapped in a towel) sent death glares at the twins, who pretended not to notice.
"So where are we meeting Mione again?" asked Ron after swallowing some French toast.
"Platform," said Harry automatically. He'd barely seen Hermione all summer while she was traveling with her parents, and he wasn't about to forget where to meet her.
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A horn honked outside. "Oh no! The car's are here already!" exclaimed Arthur, almost choking on his eggs.
Molly quickly begin rattling off orders. "Percy, go dry your hair! Fred and George, go change into something less... conspicuous. (The twins currently wore mismatched polyester pants and tie-dye T-shirts.) Ginny, help me put away this food. Harry and Ron, go get your stuff and Ginny's. Bill and Charlie, go tell the driver's we'll be right out and help your brothers load their stuff. Go now!" she barked.
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It was precisely 10:52 AM when the ministry cars pulled into King's Cross, packed with the Weasley's and Harry. In the hustle bustle that followed, everyone tried to grab his or her own belongings and rush to the platform.
King's Cross Station was crowded. Mr. Weasley led the way, cutting through the crowds of closely packed Muggles. Everyone else hurried along behind him.
Harry was running behind Ron, pushing his cart in front of him. They had only 3 minutes left, judging that his watch was correct.
He glanced to the left, and something caught his eye. Dark hair. Olive skin. Strange robe-like clothing. A woman, standing alone admits a crowd of rushing Muggles, staring straight at him! The Muggles seemed to run right through her, but her gaze was intense. Harry blinked and tried to get a closer look, but she was gone.
He tried to shake her soul-piercing stare from his head as they prepared to enter Platform 9 3/4. Two minutes . . .
With a run, Harry, Ron, and Ginny broke through the wall to enter the magical platform, with Fred and George directly behind them. There was Hermione, standing alone by the Ticketbooth and looking frantic.
"Hullo Her--" greeted Harry, but he was cut off as she grabbed his arm.
Her worry turned to anger. "Where were you?! I was worried sick that something had happened!" She began dragging him away, but Harry would not go down alone. He grabbed Ron's arm and pulled him along. Ron yelped and grabbed Ginny's wrist.
"We've got to get on now," Hermione was saying. "Luckily I saved us all a compartment..."
Ginny grabbed George who grabbed Fred. The whole line was being dragged toward the train by a very annoyed Hermione Granger.
"See you next summer, Mum!" called Fred, as they were pulled inside.
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* Mr. Fluffy (courtesy of my odd creativity) is Ron's stuffed monkey. He was originally Bill's and then Percy's, but when Ron got him he had no little brothers to pass him onto. So he was allowed to keep Mr. Fluffy and grew attached to him. He became kinda like Ron's "baby blanket", for any of you that still keep the threads of your blanket. Like many comfort objects, Mr. Fluffy is not very fluffy. He had odd patches of orange fur missing and one arm in need of repair. But Ron takes comfort in him as well as embarrassment, which is why Mr. Fluffy is usually a hidden secret that no one knows about.
I think that's enough about Mr. Fluffy. He'll randomly appear in this fic. Hope you liked chapter two and please review. The alert system remains open if you are interested.
Next chapter involves little tarantulas, old enemies, and new friends. It'll get it up ASAP.
Remember: "Your reviews are the ink for the author's pen." So *please* leave a review. It only takes a second. And the alert thingy is still open.
Thank you so much! Ja ne and Namarie! ~Calli-chan
Pixi- Yeah, I will be doing a lot of "setting up the action" in the beginning chappies. Stuff happens, but not too much important stuff. Yay for Hr/D!!
Lillmissperfect- ::feels very special:: Wow!! Thank you! Is this considered regularly? After all, I did post it last Monday. And I admit I haven't read many HP fanfics, but I think the plot I have in mind is original. ^_^
Jodi- ::grins nervously:: Opps. You caught me. Thanks!
And I still own nada and never will own anything. ^^;;
"..." is talking, '...' is thought, [...] is AN, (...) is extra info but part of the fic, ... means trailed off, -- means interrupted. Enjoy the fic and please review to let me know how you like it! Thanks!
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A boy with tousled dark hair and bright green eyes sat on the edge of his bed, holding his head in his hands. He tried to shake the morbid images of vivid detail from his mind.
He hadn't told anyone. Not even Sirius. He knew how busy his godfather was these days, and he didn't want him to worry.
But the dreams were back. At first, in the beginning of the summer, he'd relived the Third Task and Cedric's death countless times. He'd seen Wormtail with his silver arm and Voldemort with his red eyes and the shadows on his parents and . . .
But at the end of July, the nightmares stopped. He was able to sleep in peace again. He never guessed that it was because he was under the protection of his zodiac, Leo.
But none of that mattered anymore. Because they were back. And this time, they weren't just memories repeating over in his head. They were new images, of places he'd never seen. Of the past, present, or future, he couldn't he sure.
But the suffering was always there, he could tell that much. Sometimes it was a battlefield, with men in strange armor invading a city with flames leaping all around.
But more often than not, it would be a family, trying to protect each other. There would be a flash of green light, and they would be no more. Too often the family reminded him of the Weasleys. Harry shivered.
The victims never screamed audibly, but their horrified yells still filled his heart.
He looked at the watch Sirius had given him for his birthday. Mixed with an alloy of moonlight and quartz, the timepiece glowed faintly in the darkness. '4:23,' it read. 'Mon. Sept. 1'
Harry groaned and rolled over. In only a few hours, he'd be awake again, running around doing last-minute checks on supplies and preparing for the new year at school.
The ghoul knocked something over in the attic. Ron mumbled something about a 'quaffle' and rolled over, but continued snoring softly. Harry tried to stuff the covers in is ears. Although he was very grateful to the Weasley for taking him in most of the summer, would he never get any peace and quiet?
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"Ronniekins! It's time to get up, ickle Ronniekins."
Fred stepped quietly behind his younger brother's head while George continued to taunt him in a sweet voice. "The train leaves in five minutes, Ronniekins, and you will be on it, with Mr. Fluffy* or not."
Ron's eyes snapped open. "Wha?"
Fred tipped the bucket. Icy water poured down his brother's head as Ron let out a high-pitched scream and fled to the bathroom.
"Mission accomplished!" said George, high-fiving his twin. Harry, already dressed with bags under his eyes, looked in.
"That wasn't very nice to scare him like that," he said, while munching on a piece of toast. "We still have almost two hours."
"Aww! Harry-poo is up already!" whined George. "Doesn't Harry-poo want a free shower, too?"
Harry smirked. "I'll pass, but Percy looks like he needs one."
A pair of devilish grins lit up the two faces, and they silently snuck out of the room to find their new prey.
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After many screams and chasings around the Burrow everyone was finally eating breakfast peacefully at the Weasley table. Or as peaceful as possible in a family of nine. Harry watched, amused, as Percy (whose hair was wrapped in a towel) sent death glares at the twins, who pretended not to notice.
"So where are we meeting Mione again?" asked Ron after swallowing some French toast.
"Platform," said Harry automatically. He'd barely seen Hermione all summer while she was traveling with her parents, and he wasn't about to forget where to meet her.
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A horn honked outside. "Oh no! The car's are here already!" exclaimed Arthur, almost choking on his eggs.
Molly quickly begin rattling off orders. "Percy, go dry your hair! Fred and George, go change into something less... conspicuous. (The twins currently wore mismatched polyester pants and tie-dye T-shirts.) Ginny, help me put away this food. Harry and Ron, go get your stuff and Ginny's. Bill and Charlie, go tell the driver's we'll be right out and help your brothers load their stuff. Go now!" she barked.
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It was precisely 10:52 AM when the ministry cars pulled into King's Cross, packed with the Weasley's and Harry. In the hustle bustle that followed, everyone tried to grab his or her own belongings and rush to the platform.
King's Cross Station was crowded. Mr. Weasley led the way, cutting through the crowds of closely packed Muggles. Everyone else hurried along behind him.
Harry was running behind Ron, pushing his cart in front of him. They had only 3 minutes left, judging that his watch was correct.
He glanced to the left, and something caught his eye. Dark hair. Olive skin. Strange robe-like clothing. A woman, standing alone admits a crowd of rushing Muggles, staring straight at him! The Muggles seemed to run right through her, but her gaze was intense. Harry blinked and tried to get a closer look, but she was gone.
He tried to shake her soul-piercing stare from his head as they prepared to enter Platform 9 3/4. Two minutes . . .
With a run, Harry, Ron, and Ginny broke through the wall to enter the magical platform, with Fred and George directly behind them. There was Hermione, standing alone by the Ticketbooth and looking frantic.
"Hullo Her--" greeted Harry, but he was cut off as she grabbed his arm.
Her worry turned to anger. "Where were you?! I was worried sick that something had happened!" She began dragging him away, but Harry would not go down alone. He grabbed Ron's arm and pulled him along. Ron yelped and grabbed Ginny's wrist.
"We've got to get on now," Hermione was saying. "Luckily I saved us all a compartment..."
Ginny grabbed George who grabbed Fred. The whole line was being dragged toward the train by a very annoyed Hermione Granger.
"See you next summer, Mum!" called Fred, as they were pulled inside.
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* Mr. Fluffy (courtesy of my odd creativity) is Ron's stuffed monkey. He was originally Bill's and then Percy's, but when Ron got him he had no little brothers to pass him onto. So he was allowed to keep Mr. Fluffy and grew attached to him. He became kinda like Ron's "baby blanket", for any of you that still keep the threads of your blanket. Like many comfort objects, Mr. Fluffy is not very fluffy. He had odd patches of orange fur missing and one arm in need of repair. But Ron takes comfort in him as well as embarrassment, which is why Mr. Fluffy is usually a hidden secret that no one knows about.
I think that's enough about Mr. Fluffy. He'll randomly appear in this fic. Hope you liked chapter two and please review. The alert system remains open if you are interested.
Next chapter involves little tarantulas, old enemies, and new friends. It'll get it up ASAP.
Remember: "Your reviews are the ink for the author's pen." So *please* leave a review. It only takes a second. And the alert thingy is still open.
Thank you so much! Ja ne and Namarie! ~Calli-chan