*Here's chapter 3! I hope you all enjoy it! Note to Tine: thank you for the
constructive criticism. Fred and George are not going to be a very big part
in the story so I was just guessing on how old they would be. Same with
Hermoine. Their ages in the story will not matter much. Also for the
spells, I forget about the rule but oh well. Spells will be semi important
as well. But I'll be sure to make up on some of my grammar mistakes. Thank
you for your review *
Harry was lying on his bed, trying to fall asleep but it seemed impossible. He was thinking of her. He had tossed and turned for hours on end without succeeding in falling into a deep slumber. He looked over and saw Ron sprawled out on his bed with a slight stream of drool leaving his mouth. He closed his eyes once more but was interrupted by a box crashing to the ground. He sat up in his bed, reached over and grabbed his glasses, and looked over at Ron who seemed to be undisturbed. Harry looked up and instantly knew who caused that disruption. He got out of his bed, slipped on his slippers, and made his way towards the attic, being careful to avoid all the creaky steps. He soon reached the attic door and slowly opened it. It was near pitch black, except the dim light from the moon. Harry took his wand out of his pocket and mutter "lumos" and walked forward, taking the same path him and Ron took earlier that day. He soon came upon the same window but without the ghostly girl. Harry walked up to it and looked out of it, hoping to see what had intrigued the girl so much that she constantly looked out it.
There was the Weasley's back yard with yards and yards of un-mowed lawn. Harry softly laughed to himself as an image of Mr. Weasly being dragged by a lawn mower clouded his mind. Nothing out of the ordinary though.
"What are you doing up here?" a whispery voice said behind Harry, causing him to jump. He turned and saw the same girl that was sitting on the window ceil earlier that day.
"You woke me up," he lied. He didn't want her to know the thought of her was keeping him up most the night. She sniffed in return.
"I'm sorry" She said and walked up next to Harry, "I don't mean to, I just bump into things. I've never really gotten use to being . to being ."
"Dead?" Harry said softly. Tears brimmed her eyes as she sat on the window ceil.
"Yes, dead," she said as they escaped.
"If you don't mind, Julianne, I was-"
"You can just call me Julie," she interrupted him. Harry nodded, in return.
"Julie, do mind me asking you how you died?" Harry asked carefully, his eyes gazing upon the scar on her cheek. She looked down a moment, as if processing the question in her head. More tears escaped her eyes and splashed onto the ceil. Harry felt the urge to wipe them away but knew all his hand would do was float through her.
"I can show you" she said looking up at him, one of her curls gracefully fell the side of her face, "I can show you my memory," Harry's memory went back to the night he found Tom Riddle's Diary and was sucked into his memory, remembering the eeriness of watching all those events that happened so long ago happen again in front of his eyes. He bit his lip as he hesitated but looked at Julianne.
"Okay," he said quietly. Julianne moved forward and drifted through Harry. He closed his eyes as a strong cold wind blew against him. Opening his eyes again, it looked as if he jumped into another world. The boxes had disappeared, the dust had been swept away, everything was draped in black and white, and Julianne was gone. Harry stood in the deserted room as he spotted the attic door. He began to move toward the door when Julianne ran through it; quickly slammed it shut behind her. She leaned against it out of breath, "Julianne?" he asked but without an answer. A large pounding came to the door.
"Let me in you little girl," a voice hissed on the other side, "Let me in now"
"No! Never! Go Away!" She yelled back. Standing her ground though Harry could see fright build in her eyes.
"It's too late for you," the voice hissed again, "Your mine. Your father gave you to me. Now open this door."
"No! You're lying," she said, she suddenly ran from the door, past Harry, and towards the window, flinging it open. The door burst open and a large dark figure stood there. Harry instantly knew it was Lord Voldemort, the murderer of his parents and almost him. He backed away and hit a wall as Voldemort stepped forward, wand in hand.
"Where's my father?" she demanded, one hand gripping the window as if she was ready to fling herself out the window.
"Your father is dead. He gave you to me to show his loyalties. To show how much he wanted be a death eater. The stupid fool, I killed him anyway and along with your mother." He said, a sly smile crept upon his lips as he took slow strides towards her. Tears flowing down her cheek.
"You lie. He would never do that to me, nor our family," Harry noticed Julianne's hand creep slowly towards her pocket, obviously reaching towards her wand. Harry's eyes darted up to her face then towards Voldemort.
"How dare you call the dark lord a liar" he said holding his wand up, but before he could speak Julianne ripped her wand out of her pocket and pointed it at him.
"Stupefy," she shouted and a soft purple beam of light shot out of her wand and towards Volemort. Harry remembered this curse, it was used to cripple ones opponent.
"Repelia" he muttered with a soft flick of his wand and the purple beam exploded with sparks. A terrified look grew on her face and she dropped her wand. "You'll pay for that," he muttered and pointed his wand towards Julianne, "Avada Kedavra" he yelled and a green light erupted from his wand's tip and shot towards Julianne. The brightness blinded Harry and he closed his eyes, once he opened them again he saw Julianne crumpled in a ball on the ground. He ran over to her, and saw her eyes were closed and a scar was placed on her cheek.
"Julianne," he whimpered, not touching but hovering over her, "Julianne get up," he said, then he heard a crackling laughter. He looked up and Voldemort was standing above them. Harry reached in his pocket for his wand but felt an invisible force pulled him. Leaving Voldemort and Julianne alone in the attic as he fell back into his own time.
*I made up 1 spell I believe up there so not to confuse you. I tried looking for a repelling spell in the book but couldn't find one! Anyway, if you want an e-mail telling you when I've updated my story, please send an e- mail entitled "Updates on 'The Boy Who Live'" to Javajavajavaxx@aol.com. Thank you, and remember to leave a review *
Harry was lying on his bed, trying to fall asleep but it seemed impossible. He was thinking of her. He had tossed and turned for hours on end without succeeding in falling into a deep slumber. He looked over and saw Ron sprawled out on his bed with a slight stream of drool leaving his mouth. He closed his eyes once more but was interrupted by a box crashing to the ground. He sat up in his bed, reached over and grabbed his glasses, and looked over at Ron who seemed to be undisturbed. Harry looked up and instantly knew who caused that disruption. He got out of his bed, slipped on his slippers, and made his way towards the attic, being careful to avoid all the creaky steps. He soon reached the attic door and slowly opened it. It was near pitch black, except the dim light from the moon. Harry took his wand out of his pocket and mutter "lumos" and walked forward, taking the same path him and Ron took earlier that day. He soon came upon the same window but without the ghostly girl. Harry walked up to it and looked out of it, hoping to see what had intrigued the girl so much that she constantly looked out it.
There was the Weasley's back yard with yards and yards of un-mowed lawn. Harry softly laughed to himself as an image of Mr. Weasly being dragged by a lawn mower clouded his mind. Nothing out of the ordinary though.
"What are you doing up here?" a whispery voice said behind Harry, causing him to jump. He turned and saw the same girl that was sitting on the window ceil earlier that day.
"You woke me up," he lied. He didn't want her to know the thought of her was keeping him up most the night. She sniffed in return.
"I'm sorry" She said and walked up next to Harry, "I don't mean to, I just bump into things. I've never really gotten use to being . to being ."
"Dead?" Harry said softly. Tears brimmed her eyes as she sat on the window ceil.
"Yes, dead," she said as they escaped.
"If you don't mind, Julianne, I was-"
"You can just call me Julie," she interrupted him. Harry nodded, in return.
"Julie, do mind me asking you how you died?" Harry asked carefully, his eyes gazing upon the scar on her cheek. She looked down a moment, as if processing the question in her head. More tears escaped her eyes and splashed onto the ceil. Harry felt the urge to wipe them away but knew all his hand would do was float through her.
"I can show you" she said looking up at him, one of her curls gracefully fell the side of her face, "I can show you my memory," Harry's memory went back to the night he found Tom Riddle's Diary and was sucked into his memory, remembering the eeriness of watching all those events that happened so long ago happen again in front of his eyes. He bit his lip as he hesitated but looked at Julianne.
"Okay," he said quietly. Julianne moved forward and drifted through Harry. He closed his eyes as a strong cold wind blew against him. Opening his eyes again, it looked as if he jumped into another world. The boxes had disappeared, the dust had been swept away, everything was draped in black and white, and Julianne was gone. Harry stood in the deserted room as he spotted the attic door. He began to move toward the door when Julianne ran through it; quickly slammed it shut behind her. She leaned against it out of breath, "Julianne?" he asked but without an answer. A large pounding came to the door.
"Let me in you little girl," a voice hissed on the other side, "Let me in now"
"No! Never! Go Away!" She yelled back. Standing her ground though Harry could see fright build in her eyes.
"It's too late for you," the voice hissed again, "Your mine. Your father gave you to me. Now open this door."
"No! You're lying," she said, she suddenly ran from the door, past Harry, and towards the window, flinging it open. The door burst open and a large dark figure stood there. Harry instantly knew it was Lord Voldemort, the murderer of his parents and almost him. He backed away and hit a wall as Voldemort stepped forward, wand in hand.
"Where's my father?" she demanded, one hand gripping the window as if she was ready to fling herself out the window.
"Your father is dead. He gave you to me to show his loyalties. To show how much he wanted be a death eater. The stupid fool, I killed him anyway and along with your mother." He said, a sly smile crept upon his lips as he took slow strides towards her. Tears flowing down her cheek.
"You lie. He would never do that to me, nor our family," Harry noticed Julianne's hand creep slowly towards her pocket, obviously reaching towards her wand. Harry's eyes darted up to her face then towards Voldemort.
"How dare you call the dark lord a liar" he said holding his wand up, but before he could speak Julianne ripped her wand out of her pocket and pointed it at him.
"Stupefy," she shouted and a soft purple beam of light shot out of her wand and towards Volemort. Harry remembered this curse, it was used to cripple ones opponent.
"Repelia" he muttered with a soft flick of his wand and the purple beam exploded with sparks. A terrified look grew on her face and she dropped her wand. "You'll pay for that," he muttered and pointed his wand towards Julianne, "Avada Kedavra" he yelled and a green light erupted from his wand's tip and shot towards Julianne. The brightness blinded Harry and he closed his eyes, once he opened them again he saw Julianne crumpled in a ball on the ground. He ran over to her, and saw her eyes were closed and a scar was placed on her cheek.
"Julianne," he whimpered, not touching but hovering over her, "Julianne get up," he said, then he heard a crackling laughter. He looked up and Voldemort was standing above them. Harry reached in his pocket for his wand but felt an invisible force pulled him. Leaving Voldemort and Julianne alone in the attic as he fell back into his own time.
*I made up 1 spell I believe up there so not to confuse you. I tried looking for a repelling spell in the book but couldn't find one! Anyway, if you want an e-mail telling you when I've updated my story, please send an e- mail entitled "Updates on 'The Boy Who Live'" to Javajavajavaxx@aol.com. Thank you, and remember to leave a review *