Sorry about the format, but I can't change that no matter how hard I try.
Sucks, no?
And all my darling reviewers, I thank thee. Here's who I have so far:
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The "Good" Reviews
Alli-Baby: Yes Alli, I have made a sequel!
Silliprincessgiggles: Thank you! It feels really good to know someone likes
my writing. Again, sorry about the format!
Thank you so much for reading my story, I had a great time writing it and
there are more chapters to this story. Allie and Silli I'll be sure to read
you're stories and review them! (
The *sigh* "Bad" Reviews Ravyn: Ravyn, Ravyn, Rabyn, I'm trying to work on the format, and I've apologized numerous times for that. So you don't want to read my stories, I won't read yours. (
OH! And a disclaimer: I don't own any of the Characters in J.K.'s books, but I do own Sorcha Winston. If you would like to use Sorcha in any of your stories, please ask me.
They're Gone
Sorcha turned around and laughed.
"Why did I SAY THAT??? I feel like such a fool." Harry said, holding his forehead in his palm. "Harry, I've loved you since I first laid eyes on you. I dream about you constantly, I can't stand the thought of living without you. Harry I love you more than life itself!" Sorcha cried, still not facing Harry.
Harry made Sorcha turn and face him. "Sorcha.. uh. we should go back now, Ron and Hermione are probably waiting for us." "O..k." Sorcha said.
Sorcha and Harry walked back to the picnic site holding hands. When they reached the site, they realized Hermione and Ron weren't there yet. Harry sighed and sat down on the picnic blanket to look for some hot chocolate. Sorcha had an idea. She bent down, picked up a bunch of snow, rolled it into a ball and threw it as hard as she could at Harry. Harry jumped as the ice-cold ball of snow hit him square in the back of the head and dripped down his cloak. Sorcha started laughing hysterically as she saw Harry jump. Then, suddenly, Ron's head popped up over the scrolled top of the sleigh. Ron was a mess. His flame-red hair was a rumpled mess, and he had a big black-and-blue mark on his neck. As soon as it had appeared it was gone, but a loud curse followed it. This made Sorcha and Harry explode into fits of laughter. Hermione's and Ron's heads appeared over the top again, Hermione wasn't in any better shape than Ron, if not worse!
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA! YOU TWO ARE A COMPLETE MESS!" cried Harry through a loud burst of laughter. "OH SHUT UP POTTER! YOU TOO, WINSTON!" Shouted Hermione at Harry and Sorcha.
That was a huge mistake on Hermione's part. That only made the two laugh harder. Sorcha was leaning against a tree, laughing so hard she was sobbing. Harry was rolling around on the picnic blanket, clutching his stomach. But, that was also a huge mistake on Sorcha and Harry's part. Suddenly, Hermione flipped out her wand. "EXPELIARMIUS!" That sent Harry and Sorcha flying. That taught THEM a lesson.
"LET'S GO! RON, HOOK UP THE HORSES! YOU TWO IMBISULS, PACK UP THE PICNIC BASKET!" Hermione ordered. No one messed with Hermione; they did as they were instructed. But, Harry and Sorcha were sniggering the entire time.
When Ron was done hooking up the horses, and Sorcha and Harry were done packing up the picnic basket, they quickly left the clearing and headed off toward the castle. But this time when Sorcha got cold, Harry wrapped his arm around her, and held her close to him.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ When they got to the stable to put the horses away, the knocked on Hagrid's door. Still no answer. So, they walked back up to the castle and went into the great hall. It was time for dinner, and the ceiling was reflecting the beautiful now-starry sky. The hall was glowing; the trees were a glow from the beautiful enchanted candles, the golden plates shimmered, everything looked happy and warm, the enchanted candles that seemed to be suspended from the ceiling were dancing and bobbing around. Everything was golden.
Harry and Sorcha sat next to each other, feeling very cozy and warm. Hermione and Ron were snuggling next to each other, as the four waited for the professors to join them for dinner. They waited, and waited, and waited. Two hours past:
"Huh, that's odd. Dinner should have started an hour and a half ago!" remarked Hermione as she checked her watch. "Hey, you're right Hermione!" Said Sorcha.
Suddenly, the candles went out. The glow stopped. The enchanted ceiling paused. Everything was cold, hard and quiet. The four paused, their eyes searching around, afraid to move their heads. Then, suddenly, a high-pitched laugh sounded, echoing all over the great hall. Hermione shrunk back into Ron. Sorcha and Harry looked rapidly around. Ron just stared. Suddenly, a voice sounded. A cold, hard, hissing voice, but only in a whisper:
"You have been spared"
That was all the voice said. The laughter sounded again. And then stopped. The glow didn't come back. They were in almost total darkness.
"What.. was... That?" Ron said after a long time. "Don't you see Ron?" Hermione said, "We're the only one's here."
Ok! I should be able to get chapter 4 up in a bit, ok? Creepy, huh?
The *sigh* "Bad" Reviews Ravyn: Ravyn, Ravyn, Rabyn, I'm trying to work on the format, and I've apologized numerous times for that. So you don't want to read my stories, I won't read yours. (
OH! And a disclaimer: I don't own any of the Characters in J.K.'s books, but I do own Sorcha Winston. If you would like to use Sorcha in any of your stories, please ask me.
They're Gone
Sorcha turned around and laughed.
"Why did I SAY THAT??? I feel like such a fool." Harry said, holding his forehead in his palm. "Harry, I've loved you since I first laid eyes on you. I dream about you constantly, I can't stand the thought of living without you. Harry I love you more than life itself!" Sorcha cried, still not facing Harry.
Harry made Sorcha turn and face him. "Sorcha.. uh. we should go back now, Ron and Hermione are probably waiting for us." "O..k." Sorcha said.
Sorcha and Harry walked back to the picnic site holding hands. When they reached the site, they realized Hermione and Ron weren't there yet. Harry sighed and sat down on the picnic blanket to look for some hot chocolate. Sorcha had an idea. She bent down, picked up a bunch of snow, rolled it into a ball and threw it as hard as she could at Harry. Harry jumped as the ice-cold ball of snow hit him square in the back of the head and dripped down his cloak. Sorcha started laughing hysterically as she saw Harry jump. Then, suddenly, Ron's head popped up over the scrolled top of the sleigh. Ron was a mess. His flame-red hair was a rumpled mess, and he had a big black-and-blue mark on his neck. As soon as it had appeared it was gone, but a loud curse followed it. This made Sorcha and Harry explode into fits of laughter. Hermione's and Ron's heads appeared over the top again, Hermione wasn't in any better shape than Ron, if not worse!
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA! YOU TWO ARE A COMPLETE MESS!" cried Harry through a loud burst of laughter. "OH SHUT UP POTTER! YOU TOO, WINSTON!" Shouted Hermione at Harry and Sorcha.
That was a huge mistake on Hermione's part. That only made the two laugh harder. Sorcha was leaning against a tree, laughing so hard she was sobbing. Harry was rolling around on the picnic blanket, clutching his stomach. But, that was also a huge mistake on Sorcha and Harry's part. Suddenly, Hermione flipped out her wand. "EXPELIARMIUS!" That sent Harry and Sorcha flying. That taught THEM a lesson.
"LET'S GO! RON, HOOK UP THE HORSES! YOU TWO IMBISULS, PACK UP THE PICNIC BASKET!" Hermione ordered. No one messed with Hermione; they did as they were instructed. But, Harry and Sorcha were sniggering the entire time.
When Ron was done hooking up the horses, and Sorcha and Harry were done packing up the picnic basket, they quickly left the clearing and headed off toward the castle. But this time when Sorcha got cold, Harry wrapped his arm around her, and held her close to him.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ When they got to the stable to put the horses away, the knocked on Hagrid's door. Still no answer. So, they walked back up to the castle and went into the great hall. It was time for dinner, and the ceiling was reflecting the beautiful now-starry sky. The hall was glowing; the trees were a glow from the beautiful enchanted candles, the golden plates shimmered, everything looked happy and warm, the enchanted candles that seemed to be suspended from the ceiling were dancing and bobbing around. Everything was golden.
Harry and Sorcha sat next to each other, feeling very cozy and warm. Hermione and Ron were snuggling next to each other, as the four waited for the professors to join them for dinner. They waited, and waited, and waited. Two hours past:
"Huh, that's odd. Dinner should have started an hour and a half ago!" remarked Hermione as she checked her watch. "Hey, you're right Hermione!" Said Sorcha.
Suddenly, the candles went out. The glow stopped. The enchanted ceiling paused. Everything was cold, hard and quiet. The four paused, their eyes searching around, afraid to move their heads. Then, suddenly, a high-pitched laugh sounded, echoing all over the great hall. Hermione shrunk back into Ron. Sorcha and Harry looked rapidly around. Ron just stared. Suddenly, a voice sounded. A cold, hard, hissing voice, but only in a whisper:
"You have been spared"
That was all the voice said. The laughter sounded again. And then stopped. The glow didn't come back. They were in almost total darkness.
"What.. was... That?" Ron said after a long time. "Don't you see Ron?" Hermione said, "We're the only one's here."
Ok! I should be able to get chapter 4 up in a bit, ok? Creepy, huh?