I'm new on this site, perhaps anyone out there could find a hope in their
hearts to review? I know you have had to be on this site a published a
billion stories just to get one stinking review but my English teacher says
I'm really good so I thought I'd give this a squiz.
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"Good morning Mr. Potter."
"Good morning Sir. Nicholas."
The ghostly shape flashed him a warm smile despite the variable coldness coming from the dead apparition. Harry jumped across the bench next to Hermione, who promptly greeted him with a kiss.
"Hi Harry."
"Urrghh." Ron moaned next to him.
"Ron? What's wrong?"
Harry looked suspiciously at the bacon and scrambled eggs in front of him.
"Draco didn't poison the food did he?"
Ron sat up once again, in quite good health.
"No, just all this lovey dovey stuff is making me SICK."
Hermione rolled her eyes and continued to drink her orange juice, nearly spurting out of her nose when Pig fluttered by her ear un-expectantly. While Hermione cleaned herself up Ron stanched the bird out of mid air absently mildly and handed the letter to Harry.
"It's the reply from Snuffles." He muttered, tearing the parchment.
His two friends leaned over his shoulder to read what Harry's godfather had printed,
'Dear Harry, Remus has suggested that we meet at the Quiddich pitch at midnight on Thursday. Can you make it? The three of us have much to talk about; we also have something we would like to give you. Of course Hermione and Ron are welcome to come, we feel you might need their company. Remus says hello, hope to see you on Thursday. Love from Sirius'
Harry folded the letter down, feeling odd warmth through his fingers; unlike the feeling he got after reading his letters from Sirius.
"Harry?" Hermione interrupted his thoughts, gently tapping his arm.
"Wha. yeah?"
"Is that the first time, Sirius has, well, you know."
"No I don't know."
Hermione cleared her throat, then realising she was making a big fuss out of nothing she blurted out,
"Said LOVE from after a letter!"
Harry went sightly red, Ron chose to look away.
"Yeah. so what's the big deal?"
"Harry, that's fantastic that he's that close!"
"So? You write it all the time in my letters during the school holidays." Ron interrupted, rising from the bench And leading the way toward the grounds.
"Yes but I love you as a friend Ron! Anyway, girls are allowed to say that!" She retorted. Harry looked at her sadly.
"Oh Harry you know that I mean it a different way with you. I just."
They walked past a group of Slytherins, including Malfoy. Instead of yelling out comments Mayfly was snickering and talking very quietly.
"I'm not even sure he said 'LOVE' at the end any more Hermione."
Hermione dug her hands into Harry's robe pocket, fished around for a few seconds before gasping.
"Harry! It's not in here!"
"What are you talking about it put it. Oh NO!!!"
Harry came to realise that that little hole in his breast pocket had grown bigger and bigger after overloading it with Honeydukes lollies.
"It can be far away. we'll just."
Ron turned around just on time to see Malfoy run off in the other direction, holding a familiar piece of parchment in his hand.
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(Okay, in the review page tell em wether you want Harry to chase after him or do something else. Then I will write the follow up! Seeya!!!)
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"Good morning Mr. Potter."
"Good morning Sir. Nicholas."
The ghostly shape flashed him a warm smile despite the variable coldness coming from the dead apparition. Harry jumped across the bench next to Hermione, who promptly greeted him with a kiss.
"Hi Harry."
"Urrghh." Ron moaned next to him.
"Ron? What's wrong?"
Harry looked suspiciously at the bacon and scrambled eggs in front of him.
"Draco didn't poison the food did he?"
Ron sat up once again, in quite good health.
"No, just all this lovey dovey stuff is making me SICK."
Hermione rolled her eyes and continued to drink her orange juice, nearly spurting out of her nose when Pig fluttered by her ear un-expectantly. While Hermione cleaned herself up Ron stanched the bird out of mid air absently mildly and handed the letter to Harry.
"It's the reply from Snuffles." He muttered, tearing the parchment.
His two friends leaned over his shoulder to read what Harry's godfather had printed,
'Dear Harry, Remus has suggested that we meet at the Quiddich pitch at midnight on Thursday. Can you make it? The three of us have much to talk about; we also have something we would like to give you. Of course Hermione and Ron are welcome to come, we feel you might need their company. Remus says hello, hope to see you on Thursday. Love from Sirius'
Harry folded the letter down, feeling odd warmth through his fingers; unlike the feeling he got after reading his letters from Sirius.
"Harry?" Hermione interrupted his thoughts, gently tapping his arm.
"Wha. yeah?"
"Is that the first time, Sirius has, well, you know."
"No I don't know."
Hermione cleared her throat, then realising she was making a big fuss out of nothing she blurted out,
"Said LOVE from after a letter!"
Harry went sightly red, Ron chose to look away.
"Yeah. so what's the big deal?"
"Harry, that's fantastic that he's that close!"
"So? You write it all the time in my letters during the school holidays." Ron interrupted, rising from the bench And leading the way toward the grounds.
"Yes but I love you as a friend Ron! Anyway, girls are allowed to say that!" She retorted. Harry looked at her sadly.
"Oh Harry you know that I mean it a different way with you. I just."
They walked past a group of Slytherins, including Malfoy. Instead of yelling out comments Mayfly was snickering and talking very quietly.
"I'm not even sure he said 'LOVE' at the end any more Hermione."
Hermione dug her hands into Harry's robe pocket, fished around for a few seconds before gasping.
"Harry! It's not in here!"
"What are you talking about it put it. Oh NO!!!"
Harry came to realise that that little hole in his breast pocket had grown bigger and bigger after overloading it with Honeydukes lollies.
"It can be far away. we'll just."
Ron turned around just on time to see Malfoy run off in the other direction, holding a familiar piece of parchment in his hand.
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(Okay, in the review page tell em wether you want Harry to chase after him or do something else. Then I will write the follow up! Seeya!!!)