A/N: Hey everyone! Thanks soooo much for the reviews!!! *dances* HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARRY! Sorry, I had to add that, since today is July 31st and all that. This chapter was written at midnight and I apologize for all the grammar and spelling mistakes ahead of time. I have a problem with English grammar and I'm not sure why..... *grumbles* Anyways, read the notice at the bottom of the page, pretty please!!!
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine. Except the title, summary, and plot.... Although Phoenix Tears has politely *cough* not *cough* that the Title is hers and not mine, and her story is better. So what are you doing reading my story? Read hers because my story lacks the talent hers must have.
ATTENTION: I know that I put in the summary to my story some spoilers, and I upset some people. I'm sorry about that, and I've fixed it. I didn't mean to ruin the book for anyone. I thought that I had added 'Spoilers' in the summary. My mistake, sorry.
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"When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has opened for us." - Helen Keller
"We call that person who has lost his father, an orphan; and a widower that man who has lost his wife. But that man who has known the immense unhappiness of losing a friend, by what name do we call him? Here every language is silent and holds its peace in impotence." - Joseph Roux
"When I find myself fading, I close my eyes and realize my friends are my energy." - Anon
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Harry bolted out of bed, breathing heavily. His ragged breaths filled his rib cage, pounding against the bones as though trying to break his entire body. His hand felt his face, tracing the familiar cursed scar with a single finger, trying to cool the burning sensation on his forehead.
He looked around the room, squinting through the darkness as he placed his glasses on his nose. Had anyone awoken at his outburst? He found it hard to believe when he heard Ron snort and roll over. His dream, the nightmare, had seemed so alive, so real and so loud that he couldn't imagine nobody else hearing it.
But as he stood alone in the middle of the room, heart still beating rhythmically in his chest, he knew that nobody else had heard. He sighed in relief, and sat down on his bed, staring at his nightside table. A small bottle of potion lay shimmering on the wood surface, gleaming eerily in the moonlight.
After Harry had told the Order members who had arrived at his house to rescue him that he had been bothered by dreams all summer, Dumbledore had him sent bottles of dreamless sleep potions for when his dreams seemed too much for him to handle. He had been ordered to drink it whenever he awoke from his nightmares.
His hand held onto the small bottle, his hand shaking slightly. He had not told them that his dreams seeped past the potion, never leaving him to a peaceful sleep but once a week. He set it back on the table and made his way to the doorway.
No, he had stopped taking the potion, and his attempts to sleep after dreams never worked. He suspected that the members of the Order knew, as they were awake when he was, early mornings and late nights, and always sent him curious and questioning glances during the days.
But they never questioned him, and he never brought up the subject, never wishing to explain to a certain werewolf and headmaster why he had disobeyed their orders.
Harry checked Ron's calendar hanging above the dresser of Number 12 Grimmlaud Place, their new home for the summer. When Harry had asked why they had to return to the horrid house he had come to hate, the Order members replied that he was safer here then anywhere else, besides Hogwarts, as they all stayed there. He hadn't been comforted by this, and actually was angry at them for making him return to the place his godfather had loathed. But his only choice was to go back to the Dursley's, and although he had actually contemplated the thought, he knew that they would suspect he was up to something. And he couldn't risk them figuring him out this time. It was the best he could do to conceal every thought and action when around everyone.
His birthday arrived and went. Nobody in the house acted as though they had remembered the boy's birthday, ignoring the suspicious looks they got all day from him. In all honesty, he hadn't expected anything; he had believed that he might receive a 'Happy Birthday', even a couple of presents from his friends like every other year. But nothing came for him. And when the day was over and he went to sleep without so much as a whisper of his birthday, he had been hurt that even his aunt and uncle who dispised him at least recognized he had a birthday. And Harry would have welcomed at least the usual, "When are you moving out?" on his birthday, if it meant they remembered.
But maybe it wasn't that they hadn't remembered his birthday, but that they remained going through life as though someone he loved so dearly wasn't taken away from him. They ignored the fact he lived with the daily reminders of his encounters with death. They seemed not to notice his dark rings that encircled his once brilliant green eyes, now morphed into a green so dark, they almost looked blue. He was angry at them because he felt things most never even came close to encountering. He wanted them to understand, to tell him they knew what he was going through.
But the truth was, he was separated by the world and no person could even begin to understand his burden. He didn't believe in this destiny stuff, he'd laughed off his divination teacher's constant reminders that death lurked behind every corner for him, waiting to strike at the right moment. The subject was a joke to him, and destiny and fate never struck him as serious.
But fate's white silky hands covered his body, consuming him with circumstances none would believe anything other then destiny. And destiny beckoned him towards battles and confrontations that people whispered about. It must be fate.
He hated it. To be ridiculed and to stick out because of a prophecy; things he'd never believed in, never wanted to believe. He didn't want these prophecy's to control him, to have destiny control his actions and fate decide what would happen to him. Why could he never live his own life?
He watched as the rising sun set into the misty morning sky, smiling grimly to himself. He shouldn't have expected anything less then being forced to defeat Voldemort.
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Harry rubbed his eyes wearily, confusion filling his drowsy head as he slipped on his glasses and read the small clock in the corner telling him it was 10 past 12. His eyebrows rose in surprise and he lifted himself out of the bed. He hadn't even remembered laying back down after awakening after his nightmare.
He dressed slowly, dragging himself around to get ready for the day. He had found that his lack of enthusiasm for the place made it very easy to not want to move at all after waking up. He glanced at the mirror and tried to flatten his hair quickly before turning the doorknob and letting himself out into the hallway.
He could hear people running around downstairs, as though trying to get ready for something. He ran a hand through his unruly hair and glanced over the banister. He couldn't seen any people in the entrance hall, but the room next to it seemed to be full of life, and Harry cocked his head to the side . Usually everyone would be outside by this time except for Mrs. Weasly and sometimes a few of the others.
He began to make his way downstairs when suddenly the kitchen went silent and the lights went off. He turned his head to the sides to make sure nobody was around that he should know about, and began making his way down the stairs quicker, jumping off the last three onto the floor.
He stuck his hands in his pockets and walked towards the door nearest him. He stood there for a moment, listening, before opening the door and turning on the lights.
An explosion of lights and fireworks met his eyes, as streamers and confetti covered his body. Music began playing in the background, and people jumped up all around him shouting 'Happy Birthday', their faces beaming, clapping and laughing. He spotted Ron and Hermoine standing next to Fred and George off to the side, laughing and beaming.
Remus, Tonks, and Kingsley stood near a gigantic cake smiling and laughing at his surprised expression.
His lips were parted slightly, his heart beating quietly in his chest. He ran a hand through his hair and breathed out of his parted lips. People began to quiet down and watched him as he walked forward towards the cake in the middle, surrounded by a mountain of presents. He took his hands out of his pockets and touched a streamer hanging off his shoulder and then a present sitting on a nearby table. His eyes took in the beaming faces, the 'Happy Birthday' signs, the music, and his heart began to beat faster and louder in his chest. Confusion swept through his body.
"This," he pointed to the decorations, presents, and cake. "This is all for me?" He asked hoarsely. He heard someone laugh and step forward.
" 'Course Harry! You didn't actually expect us to not throw you a party, did you?" Fred's grinning face thought it was a joke. Harry shuffled his feet awkwardly, trying to put a smile on his face, but all that came out was a painful and awkward grimace.
"I never imagined something like this," he waved his hand vaguely. "They never let me have a party before, let alone have friends. And I just thought that-" He trailed off, an odd feeling passing through him.
"Well, Harry, forget about those old birthdays. You're part of us and their attempt at stopping you from having friends and parties has failed miserably," George stated, stepping next to his friend and clapping a hand on his shoulder. And even through the ache that wished his godfather could have been there, Harry smiled, the gnawing part of his heart filling slightly with an emotion so forgein, he almost didn't recognize it at first; happiness.
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Arthur and Molly Weasly sat across from each other at the newly cleaned table, sipping their tea every few seconds.
"Did you see his face?" Molly asked the silence as she looked around the kitchen that they had just finished cleaning with silent regret.
"Yes," Arthur replied softly. He raised the china to his lips and took a sip of the tea his wife had made for them.
"But don't start blaming yourself, Molly. You couldn't have stopped what happened to him anymore then anyone else. You weren't in charge of his well-being, his aunt and uncle were. They're to blame," he said trying to catch his wife's eye, who was looking determinedly at the table in front of her.
"He's so young, Arthur," she said softly. "I could see it in his eyes, as though he'd witnessed a miracle or something," a small laugh escaped her lips. "Can you imagine? A birthday party being a miracle?" She shook her head in exasperation.
"He holds the wizarding world on his shoulders. He's in charge of saving a world that insults and curses at him with every sprouting rumor or mistake. And he doesn't have anything-his family has been taken from him. And for what? A world that won't do anything but tare him down," she looked into her husbands eyes, sadness swimming in her blue orbs.
"I wish Sirius was alive," she whispered into the quiet night as Arthur watched her carefully. "He's the only one Harry had left. And I don't think Harry really understood how much his godfather truly cared for him. Or how much they really were alike."
A/N: I don't recommend biting your tongue. It hurts like hell....*rubs tongue* Anyways, this next scene is something I wrote for Jake.... He wants to see Fudge punched, and so do I. THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE STORY!! Unfortunately, I am not J.K. Rowling and probably won't ever come close, but I needed to let some anger out and he was my victim... Enjoy!
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Harry stepped back and swung at the Minister of magic angrily. He knocked the man onto the ground who held his nose. It had begun to bleed profusely, seeping down onto his white shirt. A few blood-stained teeth lay on the floor.
"This-is-all-your-fault!" Harry yelled loudly, noise ringing off his eardrums, and with each syllable, kicking the Minister swiftly in the abdomen.
"I hate you, you hate me, let's get together and kill Fudgie!" Ron appears singing a warped version of the Barney song. He ties Fudge's hands and feet together. Harry continues to kick the Minister.
"I'll have you hanged for this!" Fudge screamed at the top of his lungs, breathing heavily.
"Up yours, Fudgie!" Harry yells as they drag Fudge into the Forbidden forest and give him over to the centaurs.
"He's all yours!" Harry said, Ron and him grinning at Bane who swiftly kicked Fudge and grinned maniacally.
"Half-breeds, are we?!" And with a insane laugh and a scream from Fudge, Bane carried the ex-Minister of Magic off into the woods where he was never to be seen again.....Dun dun dun.....
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ATTENTION!!!!!!!!!!!!: I WANT TO ASK ANYONE READING THIS STORY IF THEY WANT TO BE MY BETA-READER, READ MY STORIES OVER BEFORE I POST THEM AND STUFF LIKE THAT. IF YOU'RE INTERESTED LEAVE ME A REVIEW OR EMAIL ME @ Coriemonster13@Aol.com... THANKS!
A/N: *Whistles the Andy Griffith's Show song* I've had this song stuck in my head for too long......Oh, and the next chapter should be up in a couple of weeks, tops. It depends on how much reading I can get done for my summer book list and if I go on another vacation to Gettysburg.... *twirls finger around still whistling* Fun, fun. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW! I'll give you a cookie! *Holds out platter and gives readers puppy dog eyes* Pwease?
Thanks to all who reviewed!
Chapter 1:
fanifcicluva159753: *pats fanifcicluva on the shoulder* It's all right, I share your pain...*sniff* Oh, and thanks!
Cooking Spray: *stops whistling for a moment* I understand what you mean when you wanted a deeper insight on his d-death. (*grumbles* he isn't really dead, he isn't really dead). It was too sudden for me to handle. Oh, and I have some great plans for Bellatrix in store.. *rubs hands together evilly* Thanks a lot!
Jake: *Darts head back and forth eagerly* Therapy? For me? How come? *grins evilly* Oh, and good idea for Fudge....I've always wanted to do something to him that would cause severe pain....
Chapter 2:
VyingQuill: *grimaces* You've spotted my worst writing habit. I've been working on it, but unfortunatly, I don't see any progress yet... Ah, well, it happens I suppose. *blushes* Me? Almost like J.K.'s writing? Now, you're being too nice. But that was one of the nicest compliments I've ever gotten.. Thanks so much!
Stinky Stan: *laughs hysterically at the name* I'm sorry- *catches breath* Sorry, it's just that it reminds me of someone. At least I have some people on my side-he's the greatest. And thanks!
altheowl: First off, thanks for your review. And I should warn you, I tend to be a darker toned writer, or so everyone says. And I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I tried to lighten it a bit before it gets darker again. Thanks again!
Kurbani: Thanks so much....June 31st, huh? It would make sense, but...oh, well. I was almost close...Haha. As for Sirius not coming back to life.... What kind of fanfic writer would I be if I promised something like that? Anything goes in my stories... Oh, and had no intention of making this a H/H, but things tend to change and...even if it was, it won't be a major part of the story because....I've never really done romance. You hit that one right on the nose! Yes, Harry is going to be learning new things, but as you can see....what for? Thanks again.
dragonlord: Thanks a bunch!
Ayla Lupin: Clever? Well, if you say so. I think, actually, that might be the first time anyone has called me clever. And thanks for the encouragment....I do plan on expanding...
riska: I know! I know *hands over tissue box* Poor, snuffles. Oh, and thanks!
Wavy Avey: Gracias! Actually, I'm not sure what they are other then quotes. I found them on a web page and I thought they were really neat. Thanks!
read-a-holic: Thanks!!! And, I have no idea why he had to die...Haha, you act as crazy as me??? That's great! My twin! Most people are too "normal" to act like me. *bows* Yes, we must have rather great minds to both be thinking this way.. *winks*
Jake: *grins* Thanks, you made me feel better about that...
Folien: I'm back! Although, the beach was great while it lasted... even if I ended up yelling at my aunt constantly.....4??? I was up until 3, I think. And I was the same way....well....after I picked the book back up since I had thrown it across the room....it was hard for me to read because I was crying. Poor, poor snuffles. *sniffs* I miss him already!! *prays with Folien* Please, please, please come back Snufflie! Thanks for the review!
*pulls Sirius back adn hugs him*
Me: I miss you Siri!
Sirius- Gerrof!
PLEASE, WITH SUGAR AND A CHERRY, PLEASE REVIEW! AND REMEMBER, YOU REIVEW, I CAN GIVE YOU ONE OF THESE DELICIOUS YUMMY COOKIES I'M HOLDING! *gives readers puppy eyes again* Review for Sirius???
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine. Except the title, summary, and plot.... Although Phoenix Tears has politely *cough* not *cough* that the Title is hers and not mine, and her story is better. So what are you doing reading my story? Read hers because my story lacks the talent hers must have.
ATTENTION: I know that I put in the summary to my story some spoilers, and I upset some people. I'm sorry about that, and I've fixed it. I didn't mean to ruin the book for anyone. I thought that I had added 'Spoilers' in the summary. My mistake, sorry.
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"When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has opened for us." - Helen Keller
"We call that person who has lost his father, an orphan; and a widower that man who has lost his wife. But that man who has known the immense unhappiness of losing a friend, by what name do we call him? Here every language is silent and holds its peace in impotence." - Joseph Roux
"When I find myself fading, I close my eyes and realize my friends are my energy." - Anon
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Harry bolted out of bed, breathing heavily. His ragged breaths filled his rib cage, pounding against the bones as though trying to break his entire body. His hand felt his face, tracing the familiar cursed scar with a single finger, trying to cool the burning sensation on his forehead.
He looked around the room, squinting through the darkness as he placed his glasses on his nose. Had anyone awoken at his outburst? He found it hard to believe when he heard Ron snort and roll over. His dream, the nightmare, had seemed so alive, so real and so loud that he couldn't imagine nobody else hearing it.
But as he stood alone in the middle of the room, heart still beating rhythmically in his chest, he knew that nobody else had heard. He sighed in relief, and sat down on his bed, staring at his nightside table. A small bottle of potion lay shimmering on the wood surface, gleaming eerily in the moonlight.
After Harry had told the Order members who had arrived at his house to rescue him that he had been bothered by dreams all summer, Dumbledore had him sent bottles of dreamless sleep potions for when his dreams seemed too much for him to handle. He had been ordered to drink it whenever he awoke from his nightmares.
His hand held onto the small bottle, his hand shaking slightly. He had not told them that his dreams seeped past the potion, never leaving him to a peaceful sleep but once a week. He set it back on the table and made his way to the doorway.
No, he had stopped taking the potion, and his attempts to sleep after dreams never worked. He suspected that the members of the Order knew, as they were awake when he was, early mornings and late nights, and always sent him curious and questioning glances during the days.
But they never questioned him, and he never brought up the subject, never wishing to explain to a certain werewolf and headmaster why he had disobeyed their orders.
Harry checked Ron's calendar hanging above the dresser of Number 12 Grimmlaud Place, their new home for the summer. When Harry had asked why they had to return to the horrid house he had come to hate, the Order members replied that he was safer here then anywhere else, besides Hogwarts, as they all stayed there. He hadn't been comforted by this, and actually was angry at them for making him return to the place his godfather had loathed. But his only choice was to go back to the Dursley's, and although he had actually contemplated the thought, he knew that they would suspect he was up to something. And he couldn't risk them figuring him out this time. It was the best he could do to conceal every thought and action when around everyone.
His birthday arrived and went. Nobody in the house acted as though they had remembered the boy's birthday, ignoring the suspicious looks they got all day from him. In all honesty, he hadn't expected anything; he had believed that he might receive a 'Happy Birthday', even a couple of presents from his friends like every other year. But nothing came for him. And when the day was over and he went to sleep without so much as a whisper of his birthday, he had been hurt that even his aunt and uncle who dispised him at least recognized he had a birthday. And Harry would have welcomed at least the usual, "When are you moving out?" on his birthday, if it meant they remembered.
But maybe it wasn't that they hadn't remembered his birthday, but that they remained going through life as though someone he loved so dearly wasn't taken away from him. They ignored the fact he lived with the daily reminders of his encounters with death. They seemed not to notice his dark rings that encircled his once brilliant green eyes, now morphed into a green so dark, they almost looked blue. He was angry at them because he felt things most never even came close to encountering. He wanted them to understand, to tell him they knew what he was going through.
But the truth was, he was separated by the world and no person could even begin to understand his burden. He didn't believe in this destiny stuff, he'd laughed off his divination teacher's constant reminders that death lurked behind every corner for him, waiting to strike at the right moment. The subject was a joke to him, and destiny and fate never struck him as serious.
But fate's white silky hands covered his body, consuming him with circumstances none would believe anything other then destiny. And destiny beckoned him towards battles and confrontations that people whispered about. It must be fate.
He hated it. To be ridiculed and to stick out because of a prophecy; things he'd never believed in, never wanted to believe. He didn't want these prophecy's to control him, to have destiny control his actions and fate decide what would happen to him. Why could he never live his own life?
He watched as the rising sun set into the misty morning sky, smiling grimly to himself. He shouldn't have expected anything less then being forced to defeat Voldemort.
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Harry rubbed his eyes wearily, confusion filling his drowsy head as he slipped on his glasses and read the small clock in the corner telling him it was 10 past 12. His eyebrows rose in surprise and he lifted himself out of the bed. He hadn't even remembered laying back down after awakening after his nightmare.
He dressed slowly, dragging himself around to get ready for the day. He had found that his lack of enthusiasm for the place made it very easy to not want to move at all after waking up. He glanced at the mirror and tried to flatten his hair quickly before turning the doorknob and letting himself out into the hallway.
He could hear people running around downstairs, as though trying to get ready for something. He ran a hand through his unruly hair and glanced over the banister. He couldn't seen any people in the entrance hall, but the room next to it seemed to be full of life, and Harry cocked his head to the side . Usually everyone would be outside by this time except for Mrs. Weasly and sometimes a few of the others.
He began to make his way downstairs when suddenly the kitchen went silent and the lights went off. He turned his head to the sides to make sure nobody was around that he should know about, and began making his way down the stairs quicker, jumping off the last three onto the floor.
He stuck his hands in his pockets and walked towards the door nearest him. He stood there for a moment, listening, before opening the door and turning on the lights.
An explosion of lights and fireworks met his eyes, as streamers and confetti covered his body. Music began playing in the background, and people jumped up all around him shouting 'Happy Birthday', their faces beaming, clapping and laughing. He spotted Ron and Hermoine standing next to Fred and George off to the side, laughing and beaming.
Remus, Tonks, and Kingsley stood near a gigantic cake smiling and laughing at his surprised expression.
His lips were parted slightly, his heart beating quietly in his chest. He ran a hand through his hair and breathed out of his parted lips. People began to quiet down and watched him as he walked forward towards the cake in the middle, surrounded by a mountain of presents. He took his hands out of his pockets and touched a streamer hanging off his shoulder and then a present sitting on a nearby table. His eyes took in the beaming faces, the 'Happy Birthday' signs, the music, and his heart began to beat faster and louder in his chest. Confusion swept through his body.
"This," he pointed to the decorations, presents, and cake. "This is all for me?" He asked hoarsely. He heard someone laugh and step forward.
" 'Course Harry! You didn't actually expect us to not throw you a party, did you?" Fred's grinning face thought it was a joke. Harry shuffled his feet awkwardly, trying to put a smile on his face, but all that came out was a painful and awkward grimace.
"I never imagined something like this," he waved his hand vaguely. "They never let me have a party before, let alone have friends. And I just thought that-" He trailed off, an odd feeling passing through him.
"Well, Harry, forget about those old birthdays. You're part of us and their attempt at stopping you from having friends and parties has failed miserably," George stated, stepping next to his friend and clapping a hand on his shoulder. And even through the ache that wished his godfather could have been there, Harry smiled, the gnawing part of his heart filling slightly with an emotion so forgein, he almost didn't recognize it at first; happiness.
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Arthur and Molly Weasly sat across from each other at the newly cleaned table, sipping their tea every few seconds.
"Did you see his face?" Molly asked the silence as she looked around the kitchen that they had just finished cleaning with silent regret.
"Yes," Arthur replied softly. He raised the china to his lips and took a sip of the tea his wife had made for them.
"But don't start blaming yourself, Molly. You couldn't have stopped what happened to him anymore then anyone else. You weren't in charge of his well-being, his aunt and uncle were. They're to blame," he said trying to catch his wife's eye, who was looking determinedly at the table in front of her.
"He's so young, Arthur," she said softly. "I could see it in his eyes, as though he'd witnessed a miracle or something," a small laugh escaped her lips. "Can you imagine? A birthday party being a miracle?" She shook her head in exasperation.
"He holds the wizarding world on his shoulders. He's in charge of saving a world that insults and curses at him with every sprouting rumor or mistake. And he doesn't have anything-his family has been taken from him. And for what? A world that won't do anything but tare him down," she looked into her husbands eyes, sadness swimming in her blue orbs.
"I wish Sirius was alive," she whispered into the quiet night as Arthur watched her carefully. "He's the only one Harry had left. And I don't think Harry really understood how much his godfather truly cared for him. Or how much they really were alike."
A/N: I don't recommend biting your tongue. It hurts like hell....*rubs tongue* Anyways, this next scene is something I wrote for Jake.... He wants to see Fudge punched, and so do I. THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE STORY!! Unfortunately, I am not J.K. Rowling and probably won't ever come close, but I needed to let some anger out and he was my victim... Enjoy!
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Harry stepped back and swung at the Minister of magic angrily. He knocked the man onto the ground who held his nose. It had begun to bleed profusely, seeping down onto his white shirt. A few blood-stained teeth lay on the floor.
"This-is-all-your-fault!" Harry yelled loudly, noise ringing off his eardrums, and with each syllable, kicking the Minister swiftly in the abdomen.
"I hate you, you hate me, let's get together and kill Fudgie!" Ron appears singing a warped version of the Barney song. He ties Fudge's hands and feet together. Harry continues to kick the Minister.
"I'll have you hanged for this!" Fudge screamed at the top of his lungs, breathing heavily.
"Up yours, Fudgie!" Harry yells as they drag Fudge into the Forbidden forest and give him over to the centaurs.
"He's all yours!" Harry said, Ron and him grinning at Bane who swiftly kicked Fudge and grinned maniacally.
"Half-breeds, are we?!" And with a insane laugh and a scream from Fudge, Bane carried the ex-Minister of Magic off into the woods where he was never to be seen again.....Dun dun dun.....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
ATTENTION!!!!!!!!!!!!: I WANT TO ASK ANYONE READING THIS STORY IF THEY WANT TO BE MY BETA-READER, READ MY STORIES OVER BEFORE I POST THEM AND STUFF LIKE THAT. IF YOU'RE INTERESTED LEAVE ME A REVIEW OR EMAIL ME @ Coriemonster13@Aol.com... THANKS!
A/N: *Whistles the Andy Griffith's Show song* I've had this song stuck in my head for too long......Oh, and the next chapter should be up in a couple of weeks, tops. It depends on how much reading I can get done for my summer book list and if I go on another vacation to Gettysburg.... *twirls finger around still whistling* Fun, fun. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW! I'll give you a cookie! *Holds out platter and gives readers puppy dog eyes* Pwease?
Thanks to all who reviewed!
Chapter 1:
fanifcicluva159753: *pats fanifcicluva on the shoulder* It's all right, I share your pain...*sniff* Oh, and thanks!
Cooking Spray: *stops whistling for a moment* I understand what you mean when you wanted a deeper insight on his d-death. (*grumbles* he isn't really dead, he isn't really dead). It was too sudden for me to handle. Oh, and I have some great plans for Bellatrix in store.. *rubs hands together evilly* Thanks a lot!
Jake: *Darts head back and forth eagerly* Therapy? For me? How come? *grins evilly* Oh, and good idea for Fudge....I've always wanted to do something to him that would cause severe pain....
Chapter 2:
VyingQuill: *grimaces* You've spotted my worst writing habit. I've been working on it, but unfortunatly, I don't see any progress yet... Ah, well, it happens I suppose. *blushes* Me? Almost like J.K.'s writing? Now, you're being too nice. But that was one of the nicest compliments I've ever gotten.. Thanks so much!
Stinky Stan: *laughs hysterically at the name* I'm sorry- *catches breath* Sorry, it's just that it reminds me of someone. At least I have some people on my side-he's the greatest. And thanks!
altheowl: First off, thanks for your review. And I should warn you, I tend to be a darker toned writer, or so everyone says. And I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I tried to lighten it a bit before it gets darker again. Thanks again!
Kurbani: Thanks so much....June 31st, huh? It would make sense, but...oh, well. I was almost close...Haha. As for Sirius not coming back to life.... What kind of fanfic writer would I be if I promised something like that? Anything goes in my stories... Oh, and had no intention of making this a H/H, but things tend to change and...even if it was, it won't be a major part of the story because....I've never really done romance. You hit that one right on the nose! Yes, Harry is going to be learning new things, but as you can see....what for? Thanks again.
dragonlord: Thanks a bunch!
Ayla Lupin: Clever? Well, if you say so. I think, actually, that might be the first time anyone has called me clever. And thanks for the encouragment....I do plan on expanding...
riska: I know! I know *hands over tissue box* Poor, snuffles. Oh, and thanks!
Wavy Avey: Gracias! Actually, I'm not sure what they are other then quotes. I found them on a web page and I thought they were really neat. Thanks!
read-a-holic: Thanks!!! And, I have no idea why he had to die...Haha, you act as crazy as me??? That's great! My twin! Most people are too "normal" to act like me. *bows* Yes, we must have rather great minds to both be thinking this way.. *winks*
Jake: *grins* Thanks, you made me feel better about that...
Folien: I'm back! Although, the beach was great while it lasted... even if I ended up yelling at my aunt constantly.....4??? I was up until 3, I think. And I was the same way....well....after I picked the book back up since I had thrown it across the room....it was hard for me to read because I was crying. Poor, poor snuffles. *sniffs* I miss him already!! *prays with Folien* Please, please, please come back Snufflie! Thanks for the review!
*pulls Sirius back adn hugs him*
Me: I miss you Siri!
Sirius- Gerrof!
PLEASE, WITH SUGAR AND A CHERRY, PLEASE REVIEW! AND REMEMBER, YOU REIVEW, I CAN GIVE YOU ONE OF THESE DELICIOUS YUMMY COOKIES I'M HOLDING! *gives readers puppy eyes again* Review for Sirius???