A/N: Okay, here's the sixth chapter. And today's only the second day this
story's been posted!!!!!!!! Hehehehehe! I'm hyper! And I didn't have any
sugar today. Well, maybe a little.......
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series. (Obviously!) J.K. Rowling does. The only thing I own is the plot. If I did own anything else, you would see this story in your local bookstore. So you're welcome to check but I doubt you'll find anything except the masterpieces created by J.K. Rowling!
A/N: Hope you enjoy this story! It might not seem like it has much of a plot yet, but I promise it will! You'll start it too see it in the next couple of stories. Okay, I'll stop "talking" so you can read. Hehehehehe
***
Midnight thought he remembered that name from somewhere. But it was so vague, that he wasn't sure.
"Harry!" Hermione sobbed again. "Why?"
Wait, this girl seemed familiar. So did the boy. He hadn't seen them before, had he? Wait, something felt like it was flying into his head again. And he felt the pain on his forehead again.
"Harry!" Ron whispered. "Come back."
Midnight remembered something about a potion. It was bright green, right?
"This can't be happening!" Hermione shouted.
Midnight also remembered something about magic. Could he do magic?
"Well, I guess, it's over Hermione," Ron put his hand on Hermione's shoulder as she sobbed. "C'mon, let's bring him back to Neville."
Okay, Midnight knew that he had heard the names Neville and Hermione before. But where?
"Okay, bye Harry," Hermione whispered. "I'm going to miss you."
Midnight started to remember something about Harry....
"Yeah, bye Harry," Ron said quietly.
Midnight WAS Harry Potter. He remembered it all. He had turned into this owl. But why did he remember? He thought that his memories would be lost forever after a year? Why were they back?
Harry hooted loudly.
"Harry?" Hermione stopped crying. "Is that you?"
Harry nodded.
"Yes" Hermione smiled. Then she frowned. "Were you yourself since you came back to Hogwarts this morning. Harry shook his head.
"You mean you just remembers now?" Ron asked, puzzled. Harry nodded again. "Then why did you just get your memories back now?"
Harry tried his best to shrug. He also tried to turn back into a human, but he couldn't.
"Can you turn back into yourself?" Hermione sighed when Harry shook his head. "Well, at least you remember us." Ron and Harry nodded in agreement.
"Well, we can't let Neville use you as a regular owl," Ron said. "We'll tell him that "Midnight" sadly died. Hermione and Ron softly laughed as Harry hooted happily.
"But it won't be the same," Hermione mumbled. "I mean, you can't talk or act like you used to."
Harry regretted again turning into an owl.
"And it's too late to make the antidote," Ron said. "I read the instructions for the potion again and it said you can't make it after a year of being the "chosen" animal."
Harry nodded sadly. He could probably turn back to himself in a like threatening situation like last time.
"Well, I'll go tell Neville," Ron muttered. "Hermione, hide him in your dormitory since Neville's in the same as mine." He walked out if the Gryffindor common room.
Hermione burst into sobs for about the millionth time. Harry patted her gently with your wing.
"Why did you have to be so stupid and do this?" Hermione asked the owl in front of her. "You could of turned into an animagis. At least then you still would be human!"
Harry agreed with her. He hadn't thought about this as much as he should of. He had been so happy when he found a way to escape his problems that he hadn't thought about the results. Stupid him.
"Well, c'mon, you can hide in the compartment under my bed. Just don't ever come out with out my permission," Hermione warned.
Harry felt like a little kid again. He had made a stupid choice and now he had to pay the consequences. Though he had to admit, being an owl and locked up under somebody's bed was probably better than any of the chores the Dursley's gave him over the ten years he had lived there.
Then something else happened.
***
"Pettigrew!" Tom Marvalo Riddle (AKA: Voldemort) hissed. "Do you think Harry Potter is really dead?"
"I don't know," Peter Pettigrew mumbled. "The Ministry of Magic declared him dead almost a year ago and nobody saw him since. "
"But the Ministry's just a bunch of fools so I wouldn't believe them at all. What is their hiding the boy," Voldemort asked.
"I don't know," Peter said. "He could be dead. What makes you think he's still alive?"
"I just have a feeling." Voldemort. "You know we have that connection."
"Yeah, but, maybe he's just having a hard time in the World of the Dead. " Peter suggested.
"Maybe, but I really doubt it," Voldemort said quietly. He literally sounded like a snake. "Well, the only way to find out for sure is to attack Hogwarts."
*** Harry felt weird. He felt like he was going to explode. He felt like he was rapidly growing. He heard Hermione screaming.
"Harry!" Hermione cried. "Oh, you're you again!"
Harry looked down at himself and found that he looked exactly like he had before he took the potion. Except, he grew a little because his robes seemed slightly shorter.
"Harry!" Hermione repeated. "How did you do it?"
"I don't know," Harry said. Then, his scar started to hurt really badly and he fainted.
***
Harry was walking, no flying, towards a beautiful tree house. He peeked into the entrance and saw a hideous sight: Voldemort and Peter were both staring into a huge golden cauldron that looked like it was filled with sapphire blue liquid. It was probably some kind of evil potion. They were both reciting some kind of incantation:
"Sorcerers of Magic Come to me now Give me all the power of the Earth And grant me my deepest desire"
Both Voldemort and Peter cackled like the evil witches you see in scary movies and looked up towards the roof of the small building, which had a whole in it, which revealed the beautiful night sky. Sparkling sapphire swirls rose out if the cauldron and formed odd shapes and figures. They exited through the whole in the roof and blended in with the dark sky, covering the bright stars and a section pf the half moon. The scene started to fade until finally disappearing completely.
***
"Harry!" Hermione was slapping Harry on the head. "Wake up!"
"What?" Harry whispered. "Hermione?"
"Please wake up!" Hermione cried.
Harry sat bolt upright and explained everything to Hermione that he had seen in his dream.
"Harry, it could be fake, like that, uh, other vision you had at the end of last year." Hermione didn't dare say Sirius's name because she didn't want to get Harry mad.
"I know, but it seemed so real!" Harry exclaimed. He stood up and collapsed on a red and gold sofa in front of the fireplace. "What if is real?"
"Well, it would just mean that Voldemort would get a little more powerful," Hermione said, but she knew there was more to it.
"That, and I would die. For real," Harry sighed.
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A/N: Okay, it's not REALLY a cliffhanger, but I felt like stopping there. Like always, I'll post the next chapter ASAP. Just, PLEASE, review. I REALLY want to know if you like this story. I DON'T CARE IF IT'S A FLAME!!!!!!!!!! Okay, maybe I would like mostly positive comments, like everybody else, but I really want to see at least 10 reviews for this story. SO PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series. (Obviously!) J.K. Rowling does. The only thing I own is the plot. If I did own anything else, you would see this story in your local bookstore. So you're welcome to check but I doubt you'll find anything except the masterpieces created by J.K. Rowling!
A/N: Hope you enjoy this story! It might not seem like it has much of a plot yet, but I promise it will! You'll start it too see it in the next couple of stories. Okay, I'll stop "talking" so you can read. Hehehehehe
***
Midnight thought he remembered that name from somewhere. But it was so vague, that he wasn't sure.
"Harry!" Hermione sobbed again. "Why?"
Wait, this girl seemed familiar. So did the boy. He hadn't seen them before, had he? Wait, something felt like it was flying into his head again. And he felt the pain on his forehead again.
"Harry!" Ron whispered. "Come back."
Midnight remembered something about a potion. It was bright green, right?
"This can't be happening!" Hermione shouted.
Midnight also remembered something about magic. Could he do magic?
"Well, I guess, it's over Hermione," Ron put his hand on Hermione's shoulder as she sobbed. "C'mon, let's bring him back to Neville."
Okay, Midnight knew that he had heard the names Neville and Hermione before. But where?
"Okay, bye Harry," Hermione whispered. "I'm going to miss you."
Midnight started to remember something about Harry....
"Yeah, bye Harry," Ron said quietly.
Midnight WAS Harry Potter. He remembered it all. He had turned into this owl. But why did he remember? He thought that his memories would be lost forever after a year? Why were they back?
Harry hooted loudly.
"Harry?" Hermione stopped crying. "Is that you?"
Harry nodded.
"Yes" Hermione smiled. Then she frowned. "Were you yourself since you came back to Hogwarts this morning. Harry shook his head.
"You mean you just remembers now?" Ron asked, puzzled. Harry nodded again. "Then why did you just get your memories back now?"
Harry tried his best to shrug. He also tried to turn back into a human, but he couldn't.
"Can you turn back into yourself?" Hermione sighed when Harry shook his head. "Well, at least you remember us." Ron and Harry nodded in agreement.
"Well, we can't let Neville use you as a regular owl," Ron said. "We'll tell him that "Midnight" sadly died. Hermione and Ron softly laughed as Harry hooted happily.
"But it won't be the same," Hermione mumbled. "I mean, you can't talk or act like you used to."
Harry regretted again turning into an owl.
"And it's too late to make the antidote," Ron said. "I read the instructions for the potion again and it said you can't make it after a year of being the "chosen" animal."
Harry nodded sadly. He could probably turn back to himself in a like threatening situation like last time.
"Well, I'll go tell Neville," Ron muttered. "Hermione, hide him in your dormitory since Neville's in the same as mine." He walked out if the Gryffindor common room.
Hermione burst into sobs for about the millionth time. Harry patted her gently with your wing.
"Why did you have to be so stupid and do this?" Hermione asked the owl in front of her. "You could of turned into an animagis. At least then you still would be human!"
Harry agreed with her. He hadn't thought about this as much as he should of. He had been so happy when he found a way to escape his problems that he hadn't thought about the results. Stupid him.
"Well, c'mon, you can hide in the compartment under my bed. Just don't ever come out with out my permission," Hermione warned.
Harry felt like a little kid again. He had made a stupid choice and now he had to pay the consequences. Though he had to admit, being an owl and locked up under somebody's bed was probably better than any of the chores the Dursley's gave him over the ten years he had lived there.
Then something else happened.
***
"Pettigrew!" Tom Marvalo Riddle (AKA: Voldemort) hissed. "Do you think Harry Potter is really dead?"
"I don't know," Peter Pettigrew mumbled. "The Ministry of Magic declared him dead almost a year ago and nobody saw him since. "
"But the Ministry's just a bunch of fools so I wouldn't believe them at all. What is their hiding the boy," Voldemort asked.
"I don't know," Peter said. "He could be dead. What makes you think he's still alive?"
"I just have a feeling." Voldemort. "You know we have that connection."
"Yeah, but, maybe he's just having a hard time in the World of the Dead. " Peter suggested.
"Maybe, but I really doubt it," Voldemort said quietly. He literally sounded like a snake. "Well, the only way to find out for sure is to attack Hogwarts."
*** Harry felt weird. He felt like he was going to explode. He felt like he was rapidly growing. He heard Hermione screaming.
"Harry!" Hermione cried. "Oh, you're you again!"
Harry looked down at himself and found that he looked exactly like he had before he took the potion. Except, he grew a little because his robes seemed slightly shorter.
"Harry!" Hermione repeated. "How did you do it?"
"I don't know," Harry said. Then, his scar started to hurt really badly and he fainted.
***
Harry was walking, no flying, towards a beautiful tree house. He peeked into the entrance and saw a hideous sight: Voldemort and Peter were both staring into a huge golden cauldron that looked like it was filled with sapphire blue liquid. It was probably some kind of evil potion. They were both reciting some kind of incantation:
"Sorcerers of Magic Come to me now Give me all the power of the Earth And grant me my deepest desire"
Both Voldemort and Peter cackled like the evil witches you see in scary movies and looked up towards the roof of the small building, which had a whole in it, which revealed the beautiful night sky. Sparkling sapphire swirls rose out if the cauldron and formed odd shapes and figures. They exited through the whole in the roof and blended in with the dark sky, covering the bright stars and a section pf the half moon. The scene started to fade until finally disappearing completely.
***
"Harry!" Hermione was slapping Harry on the head. "Wake up!"
"What?" Harry whispered. "Hermione?"
"Please wake up!" Hermione cried.
Harry sat bolt upright and explained everything to Hermione that he had seen in his dream.
"Harry, it could be fake, like that, uh, other vision you had at the end of last year." Hermione didn't dare say Sirius's name because she didn't want to get Harry mad.
"I know, but it seemed so real!" Harry exclaimed. He stood up and collapsed on a red and gold sofa in front of the fireplace. "What if is real?"
"Well, it would just mean that Voldemort would get a little more powerful," Hermione said, but she knew there was more to it.
"That, and I would die. For real," Harry sighed.
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A/N: Okay, it's not REALLY a cliffhanger, but I felt like stopping there. Like always, I'll post the next chapter ASAP. Just, PLEASE, review. I REALLY want to know if you like this story. I DON'T CARE IF IT'S A FLAME!!!!!!!!!! Okay, maybe I would like mostly positive comments, like everybody else, but I really want to see at least 10 reviews for this story. SO PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!
