LK: Thank you Rowenna1, for your kind review. I was about to write a
flame to "?" and tell him just what I thought about him/her, and you said
it much nicer than I would have. Anywayz, when we left off. hmm, let me
see, were did I stop? Oh yes, I remember now...
Disclaimer: all the characters and places from HP belong to Rowling. All the characters that aren't in HP are mine. enuff said.
POV: Harry.
//# = Blocked thought process
Diary Entry: Harry; one week later:
I never knew that having a sister could be so much fun!! Ron always complains about Ginny, but he is wrong. Cat-Eyes, (that's her nickname) is definitely more game than Hermione or Ron. They're rather a bore sometimes, and if we get out of line, Hermione can tell and whisks us all away to the dormitories via Apparation. (She figured out a spell that will take others along with her.) AND, since Voldemort's back, they're reluctant to let me out of the castle after six o'clock! That's horrendous... don't you think?
Chapter Four: The Panther's Eyes.
**Wait up, Cat-Eyes! Your going too fast!** I called as we crept, silent and invisible along the third floor corridor. I was wearing the cloak, but Sarah said she didn't need to wear one. I didn't bother to ask why.
**Aww... but leaving you in the dust is soooo much fun!! ** She pouted. I could almost hear her face creep between her best puppy-dog face and a total smirk.
**Oh, shut up and slow down, you.** //# I wonder how she walks so quietly with those clunky shoes she wears.//#
**Sorry, I missed that one. Wad'd ya say?**
**Hey!! You said you wouldn't poke around in my head, and I wouldn't poke around in yours!**
**Ah, did I say that? Well, all things considered, Prongs Jr., I am much more discrete about it, no?**
**Well... yes, but that's not the point...**
**Let's change the subject... what were you dying to know?**
**Actually, I was wondering how you treaded so softly. I can't hear a thing...**
**Oh. That.** I could tell that her mood had changed and was about to apologize, but she cut in first. **That, my dear little brother, is a story for a long, rainy night.**
**Ok. ... does it have anything to do with why you don't need light either?**
**Ye-ees, that's part of it...**
**Oh, cumon! Tell me... please?** I forced the curiosity that was already there into my voice.
**I'm a panther, at the moment.** she sneered, exceptionally ticked off.
**0_0 Oh.** There was a lengthy, pregnant pause that made me rather uneasy as we tread on in the darkness.
Finally, she growled, **We should get you to bed.**
**But...** I began to protest.
**Shut up! You're tired, and you have to go to class in the morning! Now, are you gonna get there yourself, or am I gonna hafta drag you?** Now I could tell that she was really mad at me, because she was even thinking in American.
//sorry. I'll get there my self.// I thought, hoping to get her mood back into a manageable area, and knowing that she would not think me a groveling little snitch for was apologizing. She hated groveling little snitches; she told me so.
**God! ** she raved, as her voice cracked with emotion.
**What?** I asked, wondering what could possibly bring my sister to tears, having listened to her dreams. I knew I wasn't supposed to, but listening to her past made mine seem so much better, and it made me focus not on myself, but more on the trials of others, particularly her. It kept me from being self-absorbed.
**It's hard to stay mad at you, little bro. I guess...** I never got to hear the rest of what she was going to say for at that moment, the castle shuddered, as if someone was scouring the place, looking for someone, and the castle wasn't letting them find the person. And, oddly it felt like that person was looking for...
**HARRY!! GET TO YOUR ROOM! QUICK!! I'LL HOLD HIM OFF!**
**Wait, who's looking for who here?**
**It's Voldemort, daft boy, and he's looking for YOU!! Now GO!!**
**No! I'm not leaving you here!!**
Sarah's thoughts where reduced to screams of frustration and roars off rage. ** Just GO! NOW!!**
**no.** I said this quietly, because I knew that screaming would only enrage her more. **we will fight him together. Lily and James were my parents too, remember?**
**No, brother, it's not just that! He did other things to me during that short year he had me in his clutches.** Sarah took a deep breath. **He...*
**You don't have to tell me. I can hear you raving in your sleep.**
**You mean you raid my thoughts.**
**Well, I wouldn't call it that, but...**
"Having a little argument, are we children?" lisped a cold, unfeeling voice.
"Hello, Father. How are you, these days?" Sarah quipped, equally hateful.
"Quite well, thank you." Then, turning to me, Voldemort sneered, "Well if it isn't my 'nemis,' Harry Potter." He spit out the words, as if uttering a swear word.
"Leave my brother alone, squam."
"Ah, still using your baby words, are you?"
"They all mean the same thing to me." "Well, I didn't come here to sit and catch up on old times here with you two, so let's get down to business, shall we?" and then, without any visible movement, he brandished his wand in my general direction and screamed "AVADA KEDAVRA!"
Sarah morphed into a panther (when had we become visible?) and sprang, right in front of me, and warded off the spell. She landed a few feet away. **Sarah!** I screamed, already mourning, for I had caused the death of yet another Potter. And when I saw the selfless love in the panther's eyes, insanity almost closed its grip on me.
(A/N: Ooh, a cliffie is a tantalizing (vocab word!) prospect... I'll do it! MUAHAHAHAH! "I got the power!")
LK: Does Sarah really perish, or is it a trick of the mind? R&R! Please tell me what to do here! LK:Sorry about the cliffie, but it was SOOO tempting, and I really do need to work on my persuasive essay at the moment... sooo, toodles!
flame to "?" and tell him just what I thought about him/her, and you said
it much nicer than I would have. Anywayz, when we left off. hmm, let me
see, were did I stop? Oh yes, I remember now...
Disclaimer: all the characters and places from HP belong to Rowling. All the characters that aren't in HP are mine. enuff said.
POV: Harry.
//# = Blocked thought process
Diary Entry: Harry; one week later:
I never knew that having a sister could be so much fun!! Ron always complains about Ginny, but he is wrong. Cat-Eyes, (that's her nickname) is definitely more game than Hermione or Ron. They're rather a bore sometimes, and if we get out of line, Hermione can tell and whisks us all away to the dormitories via Apparation. (She figured out a spell that will take others along with her.) AND, since Voldemort's back, they're reluctant to let me out of the castle after six o'clock! That's horrendous... don't you think?
Chapter Four: The Panther's Eyes.
**Wait up, Cat-Eyes! Your going too fast!** I called as we crept, silent and invisible along the third floor corridor. I was wearing the cloak, but Sarah said she didn't need to wear one. I didn't bother to ask why.
**Aww... but leaving you in the dust is soooo much fun!! ** She pouted. I could almost hear her face creep between her best puppy-dog face and a total smirk.
**Oh, shut up and slow down, you.** //# I wonder how she walks so quietly with those clunky shoes she wears.//#
**Sorry, I missed that one. Wad'd ya say?**
**Hey!! You said you wouldn't poke around in my head, and I wouldn't poke around in yours!**
**Ah, did I say that? Well, all things considered, Prongs Jr., I am much more discrete about it, no?**
**Well... yes, but that's not the point...**
**Let's change the subject... what were you dying to know?**
**Actually, I was wondering how you treaded so softly. I can't hear a thing...**
**Oh. That.** I could tell that her mood had changed and was about to apologize, but she cut in first. **That, my dear little brother, is a story for a long, rainy night.**
**Ok. ... does it have anything to do with why you don't need light either?**
**Ye-ees, that's part of it...**
**Oh, cumon! Tell me... please?** I forced the curiosity that was already there into my voice.
**I'm a panther, at the moment.** she sneered, exceptionally ticked off.
**0_0 Oh.** There was a lengthy, pregnant pause that made me rather uneasy as we tread on in the darkness.
Finally, she growled, **We should get you to bed.**
**But...** I began to protest.
**Shut up! You're tired, and you have to go to class in the morning! Now, are you gonna get there yourself, or am I gonna hafta drag you?** Now I could tell that she was really mad at me, because she was even thinking in American.
//sorry. I'll get there my self.// I thought, hoping to get her mood back into a manageable area, and knowing that she would not think me a groveling little snitch for was apologizing. She hated groveling little snitches; she told me so.
**God! ** she raved, as her voice cracked with emotion.
**What?** I asked, wondering what could possibly bring my sister to tears, having listened to her dreams. I knew I wasn't supposed to, but listening to her past made mine seem so much better, and it made me focus not on myself, but more on the trials of others, particularly her. It kept me from being self-absorbed.
**It's hard to stay mad at you, little bro. I guess...** I never got to hear the rest of what she was going to say for at that moment, the castle shuddered, as if someone was scouring the place, looking for someone, and the castle wasn't letting them find the person. And, oddly it felt like that person was looking for...
**HARRY!! GET TO YOUR ROOM! QUICK!! I'LL HOLD HIM OFF!**
**Wait, who's looking for who here?**
**It's Voldemort, daft boy, and he's looking for YOU!! Now GO!!**
**No! I'm not leaving you here!!**
Sarah's thoughts where reduced to screams of frustration and roars off rage. ** Just GO! NOW!!**
**no.** I said this quietly, because I knew that screaming would only enrage her more. **we will fight him together. Lily and James were my parents too, remember?**
**No, brother, it's not just that! He did other things to me during that short year he had me in his clutches.** Sarah took a deep breath. **He...*
**You don't have to tell me. I can hear you raving in your sleep.**
**You mean you raid my thoughts.**
**Well, I wouldn't call it that, but...**
"Having a little argument, are we children?" lisped a cold, unfeeling voice.
"Hello, Father. How are you, these days?" Sarah quipped, equally hateful.
"Quite well, thank you." Then, turning to me, Voldemort sneered, "Well if it isn't my 'nemis,' Harry Potter." He spit out the words, as if uttering a swear word.
"Leave my brother alone, squam."
"Ah, still using your baby words, are you?"
"They all mean the same thing to me." "Well, I didn't come here to sit and catch up on old times here with you two, so let's get down to business, shall we?" and then, without any visible movement, he brandished his wand in my general direction and screamed "AVADA KEDAVRA!"
Sarah morphed into a panther (when had we become visible?) and sprang, right in front of me, and warded off the spell. She landed a few feet away. **Sarah!** I screamed, already mourning, for I had caused the death of yet another Potter. And when I saw the selfless love in the panther's eyes, insanity almost closed its grip on me.
(A/N: Ooh, a cliffie is a tantalizing (vocab word!) prospect... I'll do it! MUAHAHAHAH! "I got the power!")
LK: Does Sarah really perish, or is it a trick of the mind? R&R! Please tell me what to do here! LK:Sorry about the cliffie, but it was SOOO tempting, and I really do need to work on my persuasive essay at the moment... sooo, toodles!