Hey! I'm back again, this time with my third fic. It might come along a
little slow since I'm going to be starting school, soccer, cross-country,
and updating my other fic.'s, Voldemort's top secret, very evil plans, and
When wedding bells ring. I might also be doing another set in Harry's time,
but anyways please R&R! By the way: I do not own anything that you
recognize. So ha! You can't sue me!
P.S. If this all comes out as one big block of text then I'm really sorry since I know that it's harder to read, but my computer is screwed up. Words that I italicize come out as regular words too sometimes, so when ever you see *'s around words, that means that they are meant to be italicized. ************************************************************************
*"The one with the power to vanquish the dark lord approaches.Born to those who have trice defied him, born as the seventh month dies. and the dark lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the dark lord knows not.and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives.the one with the power to vanquish the dark lord will be born as the seventh month dies."* - Sybil Trelanway, Book 5: The order of the Phoenix.
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Third Times a Charm
Chapter 1: Shacklebolt's Surprise James held his breath in anticipation as the small, glowing pinpricks of light moved fore ward towards their station in the small clearing. He shivered inwardly, and while pulling his cloak tighter he glanced over at their leader, who was contemplating whether they had a chance against a group of experienced death eaters. Moody's chiseled face was lined with steely determination as he whispered to the group, "Wands out.Keep sharp, stunning spells on the count of three.one, two, three." Instantly jets of fiery light shot into the nearby thicket and a few of the silent figures fell to the ground. The rest however ran out into the clearing, dodging spells and casting their own at the group. James ducked as a beam of purple light grazed his shoulder and whirled around to find himself face to face with a tall, cloaked figure. "So, we meet again. Only this time Potter you will be begging me for mercy." an oddly-familiar voice drawled. Their wands flew, emitting gold and green sparks, sometimes shooting a stunning spell or a curse when finally the cloaked figure was thrown backwards into a thick stump and slumped over unconscious. James glanced backwards over his shoulder at Moody who was dueling with two figures at once. "Mind if I borrow one?" He shouted cockily. "Sure, but leave this one to me." Moody growled, gesturing to a slimmer, cloaked figure. He started dueling again, this time hitting the death eater with a body bind. He listened carefully for any movement, his honed instincts kicking in and telling him that something was wrong...
Meanwhile, about 40 miles away in a tiny town called Devonshire, a pair of flickering bottle-green eyes surveyed a mound of flaming rubble and debris. This was her home. Well, what remained of her home anyways.Her family was gone. She wouldn't say to herself that they were dead, that just seemed too final. They had passed on, gone away without returning, left earth.Well almost all of her family. Petunia was alive, but she was as good as dead.The red headed figure shivered as she remembered that spiteful voice. *"This is all your fault! You had to go to that school, and join that group, and become a witch, and now look at what you've done! They're dead! Because you are a freak! I've had to cover up for you being what you are, and I won't put up with it anymore! As far as I'm concerned I have no sister!"* It was bad enough that wizards and witches made fun of her for being muggleborn, but it was ten times worse that she was also hated for being a witch by muggles. The second Petunia had gone Lily had apparated here. She didn't know exactly why she came, it was partially because of that glimmer of hope that maybe Petunia had lied or been mistaken. However, now that hope had been extinguished. She could fell the salty tears forming around the edges of her eyes; Her mind full of longing, regret, and anger at the injustice of this life.
James sat up straight in bed. *But wait, why am I here? I was in the forest.And Macnair was about to kill Moody from behind! I have to warn him.* He thought silently to himself. He automatically reached towards the dresser for his glasses, but he only fumbled with air. "Are you looking for these?", A slow, deep voice said. It seemed to have come from a large blob that was drawing nearer. Then he felt the cool metal on his face and saw his boss. Kingsley Shacklebolt. "Kingsley, I can't remember what happened. Is Moody okay? Is-" Shacklebolt held up a large hand to silence him. "Everyone is okay, well except for you. You seem to have had a fractured arm, which was fixed, and you were unconscious for some time, but yes Moody is okay. You in fact are the reason why." It took a while for these words to sink in. He looked around and saw that he was in fact in St. Mungo's. "But, how w-what.What did *I* do?" He stammered. Shacklebolt smiled. "You did something very brave. You tackled Macnair from the side and managed to petrify him right before you blacked ou-". Shacklebolt was cut off by the creak of a door opening. James turned his head to see a head of flaming red hair. *It couldn't be.*
Yes it was. Lily Evans peered around the dimly lit room, wondering why Shacklebolt had called her here of all places. Quickly she spotted him sitting next to a hospital cot that held. "Potter!?" She spat out the words with disgust. At nearly the same time James had moaned and cried out, "Evans?!?". Both of them instantly looked at Shacklebolt with accusing glares. Shacklebolt grinned. "Well you both have done very well so I have decided to promote you to fully fledged aurors." He stopped to see them both smiling triumphantly, "And, I have decided that you two will be each others Auror partners." Lily started to protest and saw James smacking himself in the head. (Obviously trying to become unconscious again.) Shacklebolt however ignored all this and continued. "You are to meet me at room 516 at the Ministry of Magic tomorrow at seven, you may leave now if you wish Evans." She was shocked. Why was she partnered with that conceited jerk? How could he even be remotely as good as her? *He'll probably get us both killed five minutes into our first assignment.* She thought gloomily, and absentmindedly she walked back into the hallway behind Shacklebolt.
Okay I dunno if I should continue this but I probably will. *ducks flying objects* Please give me feedback though! Constructive criticism is always appreciated! Now if you want to feel all warm and fuzzy and good about yourself all you have to do is click on the little blue button! Thanks for reading!
AGAIN, I AM SORRY IF THIS JUST COMES OUT AS A BIG BLOB OF TEXT, BUT MY COMPUTER IS SCREWED UP. ^__^
P.S. If this all comes out as one big block of text then I'm really sorry since I know that it's harder to read, but my computer is screwed up. Words that I italicize come out as regular words too sometimes, so when ever you see *'s around words, that means that they are meant to be italicized. ************************************************************************
*"The one with the power to vanquish the dark lord approaches.Born to those who have trice defied him, born as the seventh month dies. and the dark lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the dark lord knows not.and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives.the one with the power to vanquish the dark lord will be born as the seventh month dies."* - Sybil Trelanway, Book 5: The order of the Phoenix.
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Third Times a Charm
Chapter 1: Shacklebolt's Surprise James held his breath in anticipation as the small, glowing pinpricks of light moved fore ward towards their station in the small clearing. He shivered inwardly, and while pulling his cloak tighter he glanced over at their leader, who was contemplating whether they had a chance against a group of experienced death eaters. Moody's chiseled face was lined with steely determination as he whispered to the group, "Wands out.Keep sharp, stunning spells on the count of three.one, two, three." Instantly jets of fiery light shot into the nearby thicket and a few of the silent figures fell to the ground. The rest however ran out into the clearing, dodging spells and casting their own at the group. James ducked as a beam of purple light grazed his shoulder and whirled around to find himself face to face with a tall, cloaked figure. "So, we meet again. Only this time Potter you will be begging me for mercy." an oddly-familiar voice drawled. Their wands flew, emitting gold and green sparks, sometimes shooting a stunning spell or a curse when finally the cloaked figure was thrown backwards into a thick stump and slumped over unconscious. James glanced backwards over his shoulder at Moody who was dueling with two figures at once. "Mind if I borrow one?" He shouted cockily. "Sure, but leave this one to me." Moody growled, gesturing to a slimmer, cloaked figure. He started dueling again, this time hitting the death eater with a body bind. He listened carefully for any movement, his honed instincts kicking in and telling him that something was wrong...
Meanwhile, about 40 miles away in a tiny town called Devonshire, a pair of flickering bottle-green eyes surveyed a mound of flaming rubble and debris. This was her home. Well, what remained of her home anyways.Her family was gone. She wouldn't say to herself that they were dead, that just seemed too final. They had passed on, gone away without returning, left earth.Well almost all of her family. Petunia was alive, but she was as good as dead.The red headed figure shivered as she remembered that spiteful voice. *"This is all your fault! You had to go to that school, and join that group, and become a witch, and now look at what you've done! They're dead! Because you are a freak! I've had to cover up for you being what you are, and I won't put up with it anymore! As far as I'm concerned I have no sister!"* It was bad enough that wizards and witches made fun of her for being muggleborn, but it was ten times worse that she was also hated for being a witch by muggles. The second Petunia had gone Lily had apparated here. She didn't know exactly why she came, it was partially because of that glimmer of hope that maybe Petunia had lied or been mistaken. However, now that hope had been extinguished. She could fell the salty tears forming around the edges of her eyes; Her mind full of longing, regret, and anger at the injustice of this life.
James sat up straight in bed. *But wait, why am I here? I was in the forest.And Macnair was about to kill Moody from behind! I have to warn him.* He thought silently to himself. He automatically reached towards the dresser for his glasses, but he only fumbled with air. "Are you looking for these?", A slow, deep voice said. It seemed to have come from a large blob that was drawing nearer. Then he felt the cool metal on his face and saw his boss. Kingsley Shacklebolt. "Kingsley, I can't remember what happened. Is Moody okay? Is-" Shacklebolt held up a large hand to silence him. "Everyone is okay, well except for you. You seem to have had a fractured arm, which was fixed, and you were unconscious for some time, but yes Moody is okay. You in fact are the reason why." It took a while for these words to sink in. He looked around and saw that he was in fact in St. Mungo's. "But, how w-what.What did *I* do?" He stammered. Shacklebolt smiled. "You did something very brave. You tackled Macnair from the side and managed to petrify him right before you blacked ou-". Shacklebolt was cut off by the creak of a door opening. James turned his head to see a head of flaming red hair. *It couldn't be.*
Yes it was. Lily Evans peered around the dimly lit room, wondering why Shacklebolt had called her here of all places. Quickly she spotted him sitting next to a hospital cot that held. "Potter!?" She spat out the words with disgust. At nearly the same time James had moaned and cried out, "Evans?!?". Both of them instantly looked at Shacklebolt with accusing glares. Shacklebolt grinned. "Well you both have done very well so I have decided to promote you to fully fledged aurors." He stopped to see them both smiling triumphantly, "And, I have decided that you two will be each others Auror partners." Lily started to protest and saw James smacking himself in the head. (Obviously trying to become unconscious again.) Shacklebolt however ignored all this and continued. "You are to meet me at room 516 at the Ministry of Magic tomorrow at seven, you may leave now if you wish Evans." She was shocked. Why was she partnered with that conceited jerk? How could he even be remotely as good as her? *He'll probably get us both killed five minutes into our first assignment.* She thought gloomily, and absentmindedly she walked back into the hallway behind Shacklebolt.
Okay I dunno if I should continue this but I probably will. *ducks flying objects* Please give me feedback though! Constructive criticism is always appreciated! Now if you want to feel all warm and fuzzy and good about yourself all you have to do is click on the little blue button! Thanks for reading!
AGAIN, I AM SORRY IF THIS JUST COMES OUT AS A BIG BLOB OF TEXT, BUT MY COMPUTER IS SCREWED UP. ^__^