LK: hey ya'll! I'm really stuck on this story, so I'm gonna start with a
statement and just build from there. I just thought that I would warn u all
before I just start rambling. K? k.
I'm going to try to right in Voldemort's point of view. No one ever writes in his point of view (if u do, and u review my story, I will correct this and re-post, I promise...) unless he is still Tom Riddle, or in other words, completely sane...
Oh, and all of this thinking happens in like the split second of suspense and horror/surprise that u see in the movies.
Chapter Six: The Stag's Eyes
Sarah's POV: I realized my mistake as soon as I saw my brother's eyes, after he saw me fall to the ground. I had forgotten to tell him that part of what Voldemort had given me was the ability to be able to resist the Killing Curse. Not completely, but long enough to do more than "set my affairs in order." However, it left one rather paralyzed for a time. Only a few minutes, really, but long enough.
I tried to access my brother's thoughts, but found myself to weak to do so. //Shoot rat dang. Curses. Freaky monkeys of Ra. I hate being powerless.// I flexed my claws in anger. Wait...// HEY! I CAN MOVE! Yippy skippy! Oh I'm so happy! I've never been able to recover this quickly before...hm, I guess you just get used to it...I remember the first time it took me hours to recover. Geez, that painful.// I began to see if I could move anything else... and in the process forgot about my brother.
Harry's POV:
I am ashamed. Maybe I am cursed. "oh, did ya hear about that guy who cursed the world by letting Voldemort go?" That's what they'll say about me. I used to be "the Boy Who Lived," but now I'll just be another one of those people Voldemort killed. Why does everything have to happen to me and the people that I love?
Voldemort's POV:
Curses. That girl always gets in my way. I was so foolish all those years ago... it's like she can predict everything I'm going to do, she knows me that well. Ah! Curse all of these distractions. Oh well, I've dealt with her before, and I can do it again.
LK: sorry this chappy is soooo short, I'm gonna follow it up in like... ten min.'s, unless my parents make me go to bed or make me do something else against my will. This was just to tell u how they all felt. (duh.) um, that's about it! IF YOUR NAME IS RIVER-STAR2, QUEEN THAYET OF WCA, OR PATRIARCH-OF-THE-BENNET-JR.-FAMILY-LOCATED-IN-ST.-LOUIS, (this means, u, daddy,) or even if ur name is "uncle john/aunt janie" (I got the whole family interested in my fanfics!)...REVIEW! Thank you, and have a nice day/evening.
I'm going to try to right in Voldemort's point of view. No one ever writes in his point of view (if u do, and u review my story, I will correct this and re-post, I promise...) unless he is still Tom Riddle, or in other words, completely sane...
Oh, and all of this thinking happens in like the split second of suspense and horror/surprise that u see in the movies.
Chapter Six: The Stag's Eyes
Sarah's POV: I realized my mistake as soon as I saw my brother's eyes, after he saw me fall to the ground. I had forgotten to tell him that part of what Voldemort had given me was the ability to be able to resist the Killing Curse. Not completely, but long enough to do more than "set my affairs in order." However, it left one rather paralyzed for a time. Only a few minutes, really, but long enough.
I tried to access my brother's thoughts, but found myself to weak to do so. //Shoot rat dang. Curses. Freaky monkeys of Ra. I hate being powerless.// I flexed my claws in anger. Wait...// HEY! I CAN MOVE! Yippy skippy! Oh I'm so happy! I've never been able to recover this quickly before...hm, I guess you just get used to it...I remember the first time it took me hours to recover. Geez, that painful.// I began to see if I could move anything else... and in the process forgot about my brother.
Harry's POV:
I am ashamed. Maybe I am cursed. "oh, did ya hear about that guy who cursed the world by letting Voldemort go?" That's what they'll say about me. I used to be "the Boy Who Lived," but now I'll just be another one of those people Voldemort killed. Why does everything have to happen to me and the people that I love?
Voldemort's POV:
Curses. That girl always gets in my way. I was so foolish all those years ago... it's like she can predict everything I'm going to do, she knows me that well. Ah! Curse all of these distractions. Oh well, I've dealt with her before, and I can do it again.
LK: sorry this chappy is soooo short, I'm gonna follow it up in like... ten min.'s, unless my parents make me go to bed or make me do something else against my will. This was just to tell u how they all felt. (duh.) um, that's about it! IF YOUR NAME IS RIVER-STAR2, QUEEN THAYET OF WCA, OR PATRIARCH-OF-THE-BENNET-JR.-FAMILY-LOCATED-IN-ST.-LOUIS, (this means, u, daddy,) or even if ur name is "uncle john/aunt janie" (I got the whole family interested in my fanfics!)...REVIEW! Thank you, and have a nice day/evening.