***The seventh chapter! More and more coming! And yesterday (March 22) was my birthday! I'm so happy!
Anyways, read and enjoy!
Characters I happen to own:
Katarina Moon
Carlotta Thems
Atalanta Hunters
Darius Hunters
Giovanni Thems
Professor London
Professor Jerison
Comments on the bottom.
DISCLAIMER: I fail to own Harry Potter and anything related to it. K?
K.***
SUMMARY: It's Harry and co.'s fifth year at Hogwarts. There is
mysterious disappearances, and pranks that sometimes go too far. There
is a legend of a Mystical Hero, the one who will bring destruction to
all those he loves, and a old long-forgotten prophecy. Harry and the
gang also faces crushes, finals, new students, secrets, the Order, and
a Dueling Tournament. HxH DxG RxOC
HARRY POTTER AND THE MYSTICAL HERO
by Hikari Mirai
LAST TIME ON HARRY POTTER AND THE MYSTICAL HERO--
And for the first time, Ginny noticed that Crabbe and Goyle weren't
around Malfoy. Ginny would bet her house that those large idiots were
stuffing their faces.
Chapter Seven
Harry felt his cheeks redden as he looked at Hermione. He felt funny
inside everytime he was with her lately. He already been introduced to
the Order members, managing to not pass out, thank god. It was already
his third day at Hogwarts, Thursday, and he was ready for the first
class of the day, Care of Magical Creatures. He wasn't sure what
Professor London would make them do and what she assigns. Professor
Lupin, this year's DADA teacher, assured him she wasn't that bad - the
worst she could do was bore you to death, but he doubted that, since
her preferences were hardly ever boring.
ANd boy was he right.
The Gryffindors and Slytherins were assigned partners and an egg. The
Gryffindors were with Griffindors, and the Slytherins with Slytherins.
They were assigned eggs, each carrying a diffrent creature in it. She
wasn't going to tell them what creature they got, but she did assure
them it would be harmless and legal, and she also posted a board with
all the possible creatures it could be, what the eggs usually look like
(she used complicate words, and only Hermione seemed to make it out),
and the amount of time till the egg is supposed to hatch.
Harry and Hermione were paired up, and Hermione hoped it was something
addorable, but easy to handle and take care of. Afterall, she still had
homework to do. Harry, on the other hand, hope it didn't have sharp
teeth and claws, and more than four legs.
Ron, however, seemed to think himself as unlucky. He was partnered with
Atalanta, who in return, didn't like him. But unlike Ron, Atalanta was
trying to be nice and resist the urge to strangle him.
"What do you think it will be?" Atalanta asked Ron, trying to make a
conversation.
Ron grunted in response.
"Gee, that's nice," Atalanta snapped sarcastically, scowling. "What are
you trying to do? Speak troll?"
"Why don't you go and get hexed or something?" Ron snapped. "I'm not
int he mood."
"Well, I try to be civil." Atalanta muttered. "Sorry for being alive!"
Carlotta popped up besides Ron and said, "Fried chicken!"
Ron raised an eyebrow at Carlotta.
Carlotta shrugged in response. "Why? I like fried chicken. Can I have a
knut?"
"Why should he give it to you? He needs all the money he can lay his
hands on!" a voice drawled.
"Listen blondie," Carlotta snapped, oviously annoyed. "Just go jump off
a cliff! Even better, hang yourself in your closet? I'm sure they're
nice closets in Slytherin-for idiots anyways."
"And what is that supposed to mean?" Draco sneered.
"YOu shouldn't sneer too much." Carlotta said, changing the topic
suddenly. "It isn't good for you. Last time I met someone who sneered
alot, well, he couldn't sneer for a long time."
"Is that a threat?" Draco snapped, stepping closer.
Carlotta stood her ground. "Am I supposed to be scared yet?" she asked,
pulling out her file and started filing her nails. "Pardon me. I have
an egg to attend that is much more important than listening to the
nonsense you always bring up." She walked pass him and to her partner,
Dean Thomas, and the egg, ignoring the muderous glare Malfoy shot at
her.
"Any more smart comments before I copy Carlotta's maneuvers?" Ron
asked, grinning at the murderous, but lost look on Malfoy's face.
"Smart?" Atalanta added. "I wouldn't call them smart to save my own
life." She grinned. "I remember the sneering incident with a fellow
classmate at my elementary school. Carlotta got really mad, and all of
the sudden the sneering kid could only smile for weeks afterwards.
Think of what it did to his rep!"
"What did she do?" Ron gaped, staring at Atalanta like she was a
nutcase-but he had to admit, she was a bit of a nutcase.
"You know, a Cheering charm! Well, I wouldn't exactly call it a
cheering charm, she didn't mean to! She said something about him
burning in hell." Atalanta asnwered. She looked at Malfoy. "Oh look at
the time! I'm afraid I must start warming the egg. Hope to never see
you again!" With that she left to warm her egg, grinning like an idiot
she would proudly admit herself to be.
"I think I'll go and follow her." Ron said to Malfoy as he followed
Atalanta to the egg.
As much as Ron didn't like Atalanta much, he would much more prefer her
presence than Malfoy's. She was after all, more likeable than Malfoy in
many ways, but she wasn't the nicest person he ever met. She was a bit
too sarcastic for his liking, but she was funny, and wierd.
"Ron-I think it's hatching already!" Atalanta squealed, jumping up and
down like she ate mountains of sugar. She held the cracking egg up in
front of ROn's face excitedly. "Isn't that quick? I'll bet anything
it's a pixy dragon!"
The top of the egg popped off and out came a slimy head that resembles
a baby dragons head.
This confused Ron. Weren't dragons illegal?
Atalanta must of been reading his mind, because she said, "Pixy dragons
are legal tiny dragons, and alot more safe. You can keep them as pets.
The worst they can do scratch you to death."
"I thought all dragons were illegal." Ron mused.
"Well, it's supposedly half dragon-and half something else. What I
couldn't say. Go look and see what it eats while I help it get out of
it's egg." Atalanta instructed, helping the pixy dragon break the egg
shell.
*****
Harry and Hermione had much more difficulty-they had a hippogriff.
"Er-Mione, do you do the same thing with a grown hippogriff to touch
it?" Harry asked, eying the creature as it broke it's egg shell.
"No. I read about hippogriffs. We'll just have to make contact with
it." Hermione answered. "The first one who touches it, the hippogriff
thinks it's it's mother, and the second one father."
"Huh?" Harry was a bit confused, he found the idea akward. YOu touch
and you become a parent? Well, it wasn't as wierd as the furkin thing
where you have to sing it a song first.
"Do you want to go first?" Hermione asked.
Harry shook his head. "You go first."
Hermione nodded and was about to touch it, when the hippogriff jumped
into Hermione's arms, shaking nervoulsy, buring it's head into
Hermione's chest.
Harry ran to Hermione and kneeled next to her to help her up. "What
happened?"
"I...I don't know..." Hermione answered, wrapping her arms around the
hippogriff.
Harry saw Ron run up, with Atalanta following, cursing while the pixy
dragon was thrashing around.
"Hermione! What happened?" Ron exclaimed.
"RON! Can you please lend me a hand! Ouch, damn! RON!" Atalanta nearly
shrieked, trying to hold the pixy dragon still.
"EVERYONE! REAMIN CALM! TRY TO HOLD YOUR ANIMAL OR EGG FIRMLY FROM
RUNNING, BREAKING, OR HURTING ITSELF!" Professor London shouted, trying
to restore order in her class. "REMAIN CALM!"
Harry felt the ground underneath him begin to shake slightly, and then
it begin to shake more and more.
"EVERYONE!" London nearly screamed. "TAKE YOUR ANIMALS/EGGS AND GET
YOURSELVES INTO THE CASTLE! NOW!"
THe class hastily followed London's order, trying desperatley not to
fall flat on their faces. Harry, Hermione, and Ron were near the back,
as they went through the door, Harry pulled Hermione and Ron back.
"Hey!" Ron exclaimed, as he was pulled back. "You're going to choke me
if keep doing that!"
Harry pulled Ron back by the collar of his robes, and Hermione by her
shoulder.
"What's wrong, Harry?" Hermione asked, shifting the hippogriff in her
arms to make it more comfortable.
"I don't know what, but I think we should see what it's about." Harry
answered. He honestly didn't know why, but he had a feeling they should
stay and watch.
"Why aren't you guys at the Gryffindor tower?"
Harry felt himself stiffen as he heard the all too familiar voice. He'd
bet anything the speaker was Atalanta. And sure enough it was.
She was standing there, holding the sleeping pixy dragon in her arms.
"You guys aren't supposed to be here, prefect or not."
"Why don't you save your own life and get back to the tower?" Ron
snapped.
"No." she hissed. "I'm not going. If you get killed, I might as well
die too. You are not leaving the stupid project to me for being stupid
and getting yourself killed!"
"Atalanta," Hermione said softly. "Why don't you go? We'll follow you."
Atalanta shook her head. "No. You honestly think I'm that stupid? I
doubt you'll follow me even if I threaten you with a gun."
"Gun?" Ron asked, confused.
"An object muggles use to kill each other." Atalanta answered. "But
that's not the point!"
"It isn't?" Ron said. "And I thought it was."
"YOu know very well that this has nothing to do with guns." Atalanta
said through clenched teeth. "Unless you're stupider than I thought."
"I am not stupid!" Ron snapped.
"Could've fooled me." Atalanta replied casually. "That, however, is not
the reason I'm here. I'm not going unless you go, and ahead of me!"
"SH!" Hermione hushed, handed the hippogriff to Harry, and peaked over
the corner of the opened front doors of Hogwarts and into where all the
professors, minus Dumbledore, were assembled, all wuietly talking.
What made Hermione stop looking was a loud scream, and from Atalanta.
Atalanta was slowly backing away from a black cloaked figure with a
mask on, his arm rised high with his wand.
Atalanta turned around, her back facing him, and crouched down, just in
time when in an explosion, the figure disappeared.
Ron had immediately ran to the crouching brunette's side. "Are you
okay?" Ron asked, patting her on the back, looking thoroughly
concerned.
"I think so." Atalanta answered shakily, standing up. She looked at the
still sleeping pixy dragon in her arms. "Stupid dragon! I can't beleive
he slept through all that!"
Ron grinned. She was alright now.
***
For a reason no one could some up with, the rest of the classes were
canceled and everybody were to stay in their common room.
Harry, Hermione, and Ron were sitting in the common room with a couple
of other Gryffindors peacefully, until-
"Ouch!" Ron exclaimed, as a thick book hit his dead. He picked up the
book labeled D&D.
"I'm so sorry!" Atalanta apologized. "I meant to hit my brother. Can I
have the book back now?"
Ron ignored her and opened the book, and the first page said, in big
bold letters, "Dungeons and Dragons RPG".
"RPG?" Ron asked.
"Role-playing game. Now give me that book!" Atalanta exclaimed,
reaching for it. Ron moved it out of her reach.
"No." he answered.
Atalanta desperately leaned foward to grab the book, and fell. The
armchair he was sitting on tumbled back, and Atalanta landed on top of
Ron who sorta slipped off the chair.
Grinning tirumphantly, she grabbed the book the slipped out of Ron's
hand and got to her feet. She turned around to her friends and younger
brother and announced, "Got the book back!"
She scowled when she saw the looks on Katarina and Carlotta's faces.
Harry watched out of boredom as Atalanta went through a long lecture
about something like pie's so fives or something-he couldn't tell, she
was talking too fast.
After a few minutes he gotten bored. He started to look around the
common. Ron started to play wizard chess with a boy named Giovanni, who
was Carlotta's younger brother. Atalanta, Carlotta, and Katarina went
back to playing a game with Darius, Atalanta's younger brother. The
Weasley twins were nowhere in site, which was probably not a good
thing. The rest of the Gryffindor house were in their dorms, as far as
Harry knew. Dean and Seamus were prbably in a middle of a pillow fight;
they seemed to have a new found interest in pillow fighting, and
Neville was probably watching. The girls-well, he had no idea what
girls do in their spare time, so he had no idea. And Hermione was
reading a book, sitting right next to him.
*She looks so peacefull...* Harry thought as he felt his cheeks heat
up. He looked away. *I need something to do...* Harry trailed off when
some big old book landed on top of Harry's head, and a loud explosion
outside.
***Chapter Seven ends! And the chapters are slowly getting longer and
longer.
I also posted this story at another place at Potterworld.com
(www.minofmagic.weboz.net/storyline/). I can't acess Wizard City
Fiction, I think it's down or something. Oh well.
Fanfiction.net Reviews:
Cynical Slytherin: Glad you like, and sorry if it's a bit confuzzling...
Is Voldie enjoying himself now that he attacked the french school? ^_^
Jessica Halliwell Potter: Thanks!
Well, that's all the reviews I received. Please review!
Hikari Mirai***
Anyways, read and enjoy!
Characters I happen to own:
Katarina Moon
Carlotta Thems
Atalanta Hunters
Darius Hunters
Giovanni Thems
Professor London
Professor Jerison
Comments on the bottom.
DISCLAIMER: I fail to own Harry Potter and anything related to it. K?
K.***
SUMMARY: It's Harry and co.'s fifth year at Hogwarts. There is
mysterious disappearances, and pranks that sometimes go too far. There
is a legend of a Mystical Hero, the one who will bring destruction to
all those he loves, and a old long-forgotten prophecy. Harry and the
gang also faces crushes, finals, new students, secrets, the Order, and
a Dueling Tournament. HxH DxG RxOC
HARRY POTTER AND THE MYSTICAL HERO
by Hikari Mirai
LAST TIME ON HARRY POTTER AND THE MYSTICAL HERO--
And for the first time, Ginny noticed that Crabbe and Goyle weren't
around Malfoy. Ginny would bet her house that those large idiots were
stuffing their faces.
Chapter Seven
Harry felt his cheeks redden as he looked at Hermione. He felt funny
inside everytime he was with her lately. He already been introduced to
the Order members, managing to not pass out, thank god. It was already
his third day at Hogwarts, Thursday, and he was ready for the first
class of the day, Care of Magical Creatures. He wasn't sure what
Professor London would make them do and what she assigns. Professor
Lupin, this year's DADA teacher, assured him she wasn't that bad - the
worst she could do was bore you to death, but he doubted that, since
her preferences were hardly ever boring.
ANd boy was he right.
The Gryffindors and Slytherins were assigned partners and an egg. The
Gryffindors were with Griffindors, and the Slytherins with Slytherins.
They were assigned eggs, each carrying a diffrent creature in it. She
wasn't going to tell them what creature they got, but she did assure
them it would be harmless and legal, and she also posted a board with
all the possible creatures it could be, what the eggs usually look like
(she used complicate words, and only Hermione seemed to make it out),
and the amount of time till the egg is supposed to hatch.
Harry and Hermione were paired up, and Hermione hoped it was something
addorable, but easy to handle and take care of. Afterall, she still had
homework to do. Harry, on the other hand, hope it didn't have sharp
teeth and claws, and more than four legs.
Ron, however, seemed to think himself as unlucky. He was partnered with
Atalanta, who in return, didn't like him. But unlike Ron, Atalanta was
trying to be nice and resist the urge to strangle him.
"What do you think it will be?" Atalanta asked Ron, trying to make a
conversation.
Ron grunted in response.
"Gee, that's nice," Atalanta snapped sarcastically, scowling. "What are
you trying to do? Speak troll?"
"Why don't you go and get hexed or something?" Ron snapped. "I'm not
int he mood."
"Well, I try to be civil." Atalanta muttered. "Sorry for being alive!"
Carlotta popped up besides Ron and said, "Fried chicken!"
Ron raised an eyebrow at Carlotta.
Carlotta shrugged in response. "Why? I like fried chicken. Can I have a
knut?"
"Why should he give it to you? He needs all the money he can lay his
hands on!" a voice drawled.
"Listen blondie," Carlotta snapped, oviously annoyed. "Just go jump off
a cliff! Even better, hang yourself in your closet? I'm sure they're
nice closets in Slytherin-for idiots anyways."
"And what is that supposed to mean?" Draco sneered.
"YOu shouldn't sneer too much." Carlotta said, changing the topic
suddenly. "It isn't good for you. Last time I met someone who sneered
alot, well, he couldn't sneer for a long time."
"Is that a threat?" Draco snapped, stepping closer.
Carlotta stood her ground. "Am I supposed to be scared yet?" she asked,
pulling out her file and started filing her nails. "Pardon me. I have
an egg to attend that is much more important than listening to the
nonsense you always bring up." She walked pass him and to her partner,
Dean Thomas, and the egg, ignoring the muderous glare Malfoy shot at
her.
"Any more smart comments before I copy Carlotta's maneuvers?" Ron
asked, grinning at the murderous, but lost look on Malfoy's face.
"Smart?" Atalanta added. "I wouldn't call them smart to save my own
life." She grinned. "I remember the sneering incident with a fellow
classmate at my elementary school. Carlotta got really mad, and all of
the sudden the sneering kid could only smile for weeks afterwards.
Think of what it did to his rep!"
"What did she do?" Ron gaped, staring at Atalanta like she was a
nutcase-but he had to admit, she was a bit of a nutcase.
"You know, a Cheering charm! Well, I wouldn't exactly call it a
cheering charm, she didn't mean to! She said something about him
burning in hell." Atalanta asnwered. She looked at Malfoy. "Oh look at
the time! I'm afraid I must start warming the egg. Hope to never see
you again!" With that she left to warm her egg, grinning like an idiot
she would proudly admit herself to be.
"I think I'll go and follow her." Ron said to Malfoy as he followed
Atalanta to the egg.
As much as Ron didn't like Atalanta much, he would much more prefer her
presence than Malfoy's. She was after all, more likeable than Malfoy in
many ways, but she wasn't the nicest person he ever met. She was a bit
too sarcastic for his liking, but she was funny, and wierd.
"Ron-I think it's hatching already!" Atalanta squealed, jumping up and
down like she ate mountains of sugar. She held the cracking egg up in
front of ROn's face excitedly. "Isn't that quick? I'll bet anything
it's a pixy dragon!"
The top of the egg popped off and out came a slimy head that resembles
a baby dragons head.
This confused Ron. Weren't dragons illegal?
Atalanta must of been reading his mind, because she said, "Pixy dragons
are legal tiny dragons, and alot more safe. You can keep them as pets.
The worst they can do scratch you to death."
"I thought all dragons were illegal." Ron mused.
"Well, it's supposedly half dragon-and half something else. What I
couldn't say. Go look and see what it eats while I help it get out of
it's egg." Atalanta instructed, helping the pixy dragon break the egg
shell.
*****
Harry and Hermione had much more difficulty-they had a hippogriff.
"Er-Mione, do you do the same thing with a grown hippogriff to touch
it?" Harry asked, eying the creature as it broke it's egg shell.
"No. I read about hippogriffs. We'll just have to make contact with
it." Hermione answered. "The first one who touches it, the hippogriff
thinks it's it's mother, and the second one father."
"Huh?" Harry was a bit confused, he found the idea akward. YOu touch
and you become a parent? Well, it wasn't as wierd as the furkin thing
where you have to sing it a song first.
"Do you want to go first?" Hermione asked.
Harry shook his head. "You go first."
Hermione nodded and was about to touch it, when the hippogriff jumped
into Hermione's arms, shaking nervoulsy, buring it's head into
Hermione's chest.
Harry ran to Hermione and kneeled next to her to help her up. "What
happened?"
"I...I don't know..." Hermione answered, wrapping her arms around the
hippogriff.
Harry saw Ron run up, with Atalanta following, cursing while the pixy
dragon was thrashing around.
"Hermione! What happened?" Ron exclaimed.
"RON! Can you please lend me a hand! Ouch, damn! RON!" Atalanta nearly
shrieked, trying to hold the pixy dragon still.
"EVERYONE! REAMIN CALM! TRY TO HOLD YOUR ANIMAL OR EGG FIRMLY FROM
RUNNING, BREAKING, OR HURTING ITSELF!" Professor London shouted, trying
to restore order in her class. "REMAIN CALM!"
Harry felt the ground underneath him begin to shake slightly, and then
it begin to shake more and more.
"EVERYONE!" London nearly screamed. "TAKE YOUR ANIMALS/EGGS AND GET
YOURSELVES INTO THE CASTLE! NOW!"
THe class hastily followed London's order, trying desperatley not to
fall flat on their faces. Harry, Hermione, and Ron were near the back,
as they went through the door, Harry pulled Hermione and Ron back.
"Hey!" Ron exclaimed, as he was pulled back. "You're going to choke me
if keep doing that!"
Harry pulled Ron back by the collar of his robes, and Hermione by her
shoulder.
"What's wrong, Harry?" Hermione asked, shifting the hippogriff in her
arms to make it more comfortable.
"I don't know what, but I think we should see what it's about." Harry
answered. He honestly didn't know why, but he had a feeling they should
stay and watch.
"Why aren't you guys at the Gryffindor tower?"
Harry felt himself stiffen as he heard the all too familiar voice. He'd
bet anything the speaker was Atalanta. And sure enough it was.
She was standing there, holding the sleeping pixy dragon in her arms.
"You guys aren't supposed to be here, prefect or not."
"Why don't you save your own life and get back to the tower?" Ron
snapped.
"No." she hissed. "I'm not going. If you get killed, I might as well
die too. You are not leaving the stupid project to me for being stupid
and getting yourself killed!"
"Atalanta," Hermione said softly. "Why don't you go? We'll follow you."
Atalanta shook her head. "No. You honestly think I'm that stupid? I
doubt you'll follow me even if I threaten you with a gun."
"Gun?" Ron asked, confused.
"An object muggles use to kill each other." Atalanta answered. "But
that's not the point!"
"It isn't?" Ron said. "And I thought it was."
"YOu know very well that this has nothing to do with guns." Atalanta
said through clenched teeth. "Unless you're stupider than I thought."
"I am not stupid!" Ron snapped.
"Could've fooled me." Atalanta replied casually. "That, however, is not
the reason I'm here. I'm not going unless you go, and ahead of me!"
"SH!" Hermione hushed, handed the hippogriff to Harry, and peaked over
the corner of the opened front doors of Hogwarts and into where all the
professors, minus Dumbledore, were assembled, all wuietly talking.
What made Hermione stop looking was a loud scream, and from Atalanta.
Atalanta was slowly backing away from a black cloaked figure with a
mask on, his arm rised high with his wand.
Atalanta turned around, her back facing him, and crouched down, just in
time when in an explosion, the figure disappeared.
Ron had immediately ran to the crouching brunette's side. "Are you
okay?" Ron asked, patting her on the back, looking thoroughly
concerned.
"I think so." Atalanta answered shakily, standing up. She looked at the
still sleeping pixy dragon in her arms. "Stupid dragon! I can't beleive
he slept through all that!"
Ron grinned. She was alright now.
***
For a reason no one could some up with, the rest of the classes were
canceled and everybody were to stay in their common room.
Harry, Hermione, and Ron were sitting in the common room with a couple
of other Gryffindors peacefully, until-
"Ouch!" Ron exclaimed, as a thick book hit his dead. He picked up the
book labeled D&D.
"I'm so sorry!" Atalanta apologized. "I meant to hit my brother. Can I
have the book back now?"
Ron ignored her and opened the book, and the first page said, in big
bold letters, "Dungeons and Dragons RPG".
"RPG?" Ron asked.
"Role-playing game. Now give me that book!" Atalanta exclaimed,
reaching for it. Ron moved it out of her reach.
"No." he answered.
Atalanta desperately leaned foward to grab the book, and fell. The
armchair he was sitting on tumbled back, and Atalanta landed on top of
Ron who sorta slipped off the chair.
Grinning tirumphantly, she grabbed the book the slipped out of Ron's
hand and got to her feet. She turned around to her friends and younger
brother and announced, "Got the book back!"
She scowled when she saw the looks on Katarina and Carlotta's faces.
Harry watched out of boredom as Atalanta went through a long lecture
about something like pie's so fives or something-he couldn't tell, she
was talking too fast.
After a few minutes he gotten bored. He started to look around the
common. Ron started to play wizard chess with a boy named Giovanni, who
was Carlotta's younger brother. Atalanta, Carlotta, and Katarina went
back to playing a game with Darius, Atalanta's younger brother. The
Weasley twins were nowhere in site, which was probably not a good
thing. The rest of the Gryffindor house were in their dorms, as far as
Harry knew. Dean and Seamus were prbably in a middle of a pillow fight;
they seemed to have a new found interest in pillow fighting, and
Neville was probably watching. The girls-well, he had no idea what
girls do in their spare time, so he had no idea. And Hermione was
reading a book, sitting right next to him.
*She looks so peacefull...* Harry thought as he felt his cheeks heat
up. He looked away. *I need something to do...* Harry trailed off when
some big old book landed on top of Harry's head, and a loud explosion
outside.
***Chapter Seven ends! And the chapters are slowly getting longer and
longer.
I also posted this story at another place at Potterworld.com
(www.minofmagic.weboz.net/storyline/). I can't acess Wizard City
Fiction, I think it's down or something. Oh well.
Fanfiction.net Reviews:
Cynical Slytherin: Glad you like, and sorry if it's a bit confuzzling...
Is Voldie enjoying himself now that he attacked the french school? ^_^
Jessica Halliwell Potter: Thanks!
Well, that's all the reviews I received. Please review!
Hikari Mirai***